Book Verity Novels & Stories

I cleared it both in my mind and on my face when I remember about his deeds, no the one who is now is real, the one with me in past is a lie, my life is full of lies. I know what to do when he have headache severely, I know he is not lying because the stress on his face clearly shows he is in pain, I turned in a flip to make his favourite blueberry pancakes, but due to my clumsy nature I just dropped the small book stand consists of books I like to read during nights when I sleep. I will change them everytime from our library after reading all the books in the stand, I arranged them on there perfect places based on genre like I always do, while keeping them, I got a glance on my mother's rec

Despite wearing a coat, and a jacket beneath it, Yuri was still feeling the bitter cold. Yuri paused in her step as she passed by a bookstore in the streets of Shibuya, and she turned to look at the shop window of the bookstore. There were several books and novels on display in the shop window, but none of that caught her eye. The book that had actually caught her eye was one that had a photo of the pediment structure of the Old Supreme Court Building of Singapore as the front cover. Yuri stared at the front cover of the book without moving for several moments.

Verity’s hands were trembling slightly as she smoothed down her skirt, and she kept taking quick, shallow breaths as if trying to calm herself. “He’ll see you now,” Lavinia said softly. “Thank you,” Verity replied, then caught Lavinia’s arm as she moved toward the office door. “I—thank you for being kind about this. I know it must seem strange, my showing up like this after so long.” “Not strange at all,” Lavinia assured her, though her heart was already beginning to race with anticipation of what this conversation might mean. “Take your time.” She returned to her desk and tried to focus on her work, but it was impossible not to overhear fragments of the conversation through Henry’s partiall

Wisdom’s POV Verity’s eyes indeed radiate kindness. There were only five women in this room including me, along with Verity Giordano, Denver’s mother. The other three are all Verity’s closest friends that could give me great advice and tips on being a married woman.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

One missing notebook and she looked exactly like the attorney who had something to hide. She walked back to her office. Closed the door. She sat at her desk and did not panic and did not fall apart and thought with the cold precise focus of someone who had been cross-examining witnesses for three years about exactly what had just been done to her and exactly how she was going to prove it. Her phone buzzed on the desk. Maya. ‘Good session last night. I've requested the Hartley medical records. Should have them by end of day.’ Emma stared at the message.

stood out, as it reminded him of his family's roots in the Sicilian mafia. He had spent countless hours studying the hidden codes, the secrets, and the rituals that governed their world. And now, it looked like all those studies went down the drain. As he delved deeper into the book, Antonio's cough returned, this time more violently. He let out a hacking cough that hooked him in the throat, and a splatter of blood stained the pages, mingling with the ink of his youthful scribbles. The sight of the blood on the book was a stark reminder of his current state, and the fragility that lay beneath his tough exterior

Malachi says to me through the link and I groan. “King Voltas.” I nod my head in acknowledgment until I hear a hiss and see her. Verity. She steps out of a car and moves to stand next to her brother. She is just like him. Only difference is her hair is copper in colour. She sneers at me and I smirk at her. Try it, bitch, I fucking dare you. “Princess Verity.” I say to her, and she scoffs, folding her arms over her chest. Ok, let’s get this over with.

I scoffed. “I wasn’t worried about me Ver.” I said pointedly, my eyes floating down to her small bump. She smiled, tracking my gaze. “You don’t need to worry about me either” she said softly. “Despite it all they are good men” she said, beckoning Cain to come closer. He did, still looking completley terrifying except when he looked at her. Verity was still as beautiful as ever, her face slightly more rounded with the pregnancy, her thick dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Her eyes were full of something new though, something I had never seen before and I hesitated to call it love; maybe it was happiness?