Book Verity Novels & Stories

Sauntering in like she’s walking a Milan runway. Her pearl white hair flowing behind her. Which leaves those clear blue eyes on display. They’re so damn clear it’s like looking at the bottom of the ocean. Even for me, it’s pretty damn creepy. It already took an act of Congress to get a damn appointment with the woman. I finally had to threaten her assistant. Told her she would find herself in a dark alley with at least five of my men and me there watching until it was my turn to break her. She turned white as a ghost and then a little green. Looked at her computer, and all of a sudden Akeria had an opening. I told her she made the right choice. As I walked away, I heard one of her co-workers

Something was beginning to plot in her mind to make Adam lose his mind and make the jury see his true personality. There was a short break of a couple of minutes, her next move would be to bring the true author of the book to the stand, who happened to be a university professor of Jocelyn, who asked her to be the image of the book in order to achieve a better connection with the public, Aurora hoped that her testimony would work or improve the situation, or she would have to take more extreme measures. "Professor Dobson , did you write the book "Twenty-Five Acts"?" Aurora asked the teacher who was on the stand testifying once the recess was over.

"Did you forget your leash at home, Verity? Or does he only put it on you after hours?" "Must be exhausting. Paige and the others get fired, and you think you’ve won. But look at you. Marked up like a piece of cheap meat. You think those bruises mean you're special? You're just the office punchline. Everyone knows you're one bad mood away from being kicked to the curb." Chloe supplied mockingly. The old Verity—the girl who hid in the archives—would have crumbled. She would have dropped her coffee, pulled up her collar, and bolted for the fire stairs.

“You deserved better than that. You deserved so much better. They don’t get to break you, Vee. Not them.” Verity cried until her eyes were swollen and her throat raw. She cried for the girl who had believed her sister’s lies. She cried for the wife who had waited alone in New York night after night. She cried for the daughter whose own parents had chosen business and Judith over her. By the time she boarded the evening flight back to New York, she felt hollowed out. *** The Central Park West penthouse was dark and silent when she arrived. Verity kicked off her shoes and walked straight to the small studio corner she had created near the windows. The city lights glittered below, beautiful and

“She’s not, Senna. Trust me. I’ve…heard things. Keep your distance.” His words and the look on his face left me a little unsettled. As did Verity’s next words. “Listen to the boy, Senna. That woman doesn’t smell good.” “What does she smell like?” I asked Verity. She looked at me, locking her crystal blue eyes onto mine. “Danger.”

“Careful!” Harry shoved past me, striding straight toward Chloe to catch her. I hadn’t expected it, and the impact sent me crashing into the sharp corner of the vanity table. Harry didn’t even notice. His eyes stayed fixed on Chloe’s stomach as he said with a trace of concern, “The doctor said your pregnancy isn’t stable. You need rest. Don’t move around so much.” Ignoring the searing pain in my back, my gaze locked onto the pendant in her hand. My voice trembled as I said, “Ms. Finley, that’s my mother’s keepsake. Please, give it back to me.”

No worries," Verity replied succinctly. She giggled silently in response to the man's statements. As time passed, the uncomfortable tension between them began to fade away. As time passed, she found herself growing increasingly comfortable in the presence of the gentleman. She pondered the injustice of it all—how easily people could be condemned without any evidence to support their accusations. It was a cruel game that she refused to play. She knew all too well the pain of being falsely accused and the weight of a tarnished reputation. No, she would not succumb to the temptation of gossip and hearsay. She would stand firm in her belief that everyone deserved a fair trial and a chance to def

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

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.

Silencing her for ever. Anger crashes over me. I don’t care for Verity, I hardly know and based on the stories Liberty and Madeline told about Viera and Verity I’m not missing much. I’ve known for a long time that Harltey was a cold hearted coward but to see him use someone as a human shield is next level cowardice.