Book Verity Novels & Stories

"You think you're worthy of calling yourself Florence Kane? You're nothing but a thief who stole someone else's life. Am I right, Alanna Meyer?" The courtroom fell instantly silent. Everyone was stunned by the name. "Florence" began trembling violently. "That's a lie! You're slandering me! I don't know any Alanna Meyer!" I ignored her hysterical shouting. Instead, I slowly turned toward the man sitting beside her, whose face was filled with astonishment.

I won't touch her, not now or ever, but something about her makes me want to touch her. I know she is trying to talk me up and get my help. There is no help for either of us. We are both stuck here in this hell for as long as Ezra wants us. Until then, I will give in to him just like she will. She will give him every need he desires and not even know he is the one manipulating her and breaking her. I stand in the hallway, where the side door opens to Veronica's chamber. I want to see, not just hear. I want to watch him take her. I want to know just how far she will go for him.

Alive. Ethan threw himself into his mentorship program. He found purpose in the late-night office hours, the students who arrived with questions that reminded him why he had started this work in the first place. Veronica’s second book was nearing completion, a memoir in fragments: motherhood, love, the long shadow of public scrutiny. She wrote in the mornings, edited in the afternoons, walked the neighborhood in the evenings. One October evening she came home from a walk to find Ethan in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, chopping vegetables with focused precision.

However, his joy turned to dismay at the school carnival when his father forgot to tell the babysitter to bake cookies, and he ended up with generic cookies instead of the homemade bear-shaped ones his mother used to bake. Surrounded by classmates who craved his mother's famous treats, Calvin had a sudden epiphany: maybe his mother was not so bad after all. Then there was Chester Harris who despised the scheming woman who had taken his mother's place. However, during a thunderstorm, as he pressed against the door, the absence of his mother's soothing hum from the other side sent him into a tailspin. Mandy York came next, her blood pressure spiking again, then needing meds to keep it in check

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.

“It is all good. I mean she is right, I am taking enough space in her brother’s house and she has every right to be pissed.” Vee shook her head and held my hand. Her eyes wandered around like she had something top secret to say to me, so I paid close attention. She was dressed in a big black T-shirt, and a bumshort. “Amelia has always been like that with every lady her brother shows interest in. There was a time a rumor went far into the country that they were both fucking.” “What the hell? What did you just say? Um.. I don't.. I didn't get tha.. Wha.. What?”

How I’d tell Ryan all about it and make damn sure it wouldn’t ever happen again. I weighed up how steely my little blue-eyes were becoming and how confident she was, how sure. And I noticed the feelings rising up in me. The venom and the anger. The impotence I felt at failing her, at not keeping her safe. I wanted to keep her safe. But I wanted to see her fly, too. I wanted to see her take on the nasty little cow and win. “This isn’t over,” I said to Verity. “Not by a long fucking shot, madam.” She stared, mute. “Get back to your desk,” I said. “I’ll deal with you later.”