Book Verity Novels & Stories

Jaden had a girlfriend and he never even mentioned her in front of us. I looked at Veronica. She was thin, and she was wearing a red track suit with her short hair in a perfect bob, while her hand around Jaden. Her face was plastered with a layer of makeup, which actually made her look like a fake barbie doll, placed in the window shelves of expensive toy houses. They did not look good together at all. Why on earth did I have to witness this? And looking around, I saw that almost every person was paired up with someone. Except me. Before I could react to this situation, the trainer came in and began to stare at the crowd.

Verity was on high alert immediately as she stiffened inside Vera's mind. ‘Tire puncture nails littered in the middle of the road leading to your house… You understand what this means?’ Verity remarked in alarm. “Someone wants to harm me.” Just as she whispered that, a chorus of footsteps erupted behind Vera. ‘And they're right behind you.’ Verity said. ‘Verena, let me take control. They're men and…’ She counted the number of hearts beating behind them. ‘They're ten, all strong and healthy. You can't handle them with your human body. You need my strength.’

“She’ll just nag about something.” “You have a sister?” “Two.” Her eyebrows lifted. “You never mentioned that.” “You never asked.” She leaned back, intrigued. “Are they older?” “Technically.” “Technically?” “Not related by blood.” “Oh.” She softened. “That’s kind of sweet.” “It is,” he corrected. She studied him. “You’re weirdly private.” Verity said, pouting at him. “You’re weirdly observant.” “That wasn’t an insult.” “I know.”

Felicity paused and said, "How do you know that's the theme I've been working on?" Vermont said, "Didn't you ask me to borrow some books from the library before? When they updated their system, I linked my phone number with your library card so I can see every book you borrowed. "I noticed that you've been reading a book called "Chronicles of Injustice," and also books on anatomy and psychology. I figured you're probably working on a script for this theme, so I wanted to help you find some inspiration." Felicity felt strange inside as she tilted her head to look at Vermont, "If you want to help me, why don't you just buy the rights to my script and turn it into a film?"

“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.”

the girlish voice from the other end of the door made my palms sweaty and my legs freeze. ‘Goddess, not this bitch,’ my wolf groaned. ‘Who did we offend to be faced with such bad luck this period?’ “Come in,” Kian’s gruff voice inviting her into the office almost had me hiding underneath my desk but I was a grown adult. I would not cower at the sight of a bully. “Alpha – oh.” The sweet smile on Verity’s lips dropped when she laid eyes on me. A scowl immediately replaced the amiable expression on her face. Her nostrils flared and she looked like a wild bull ready to charge.

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.

It kept her connected to AAC and offered her real-time data, vital information back and forth from the headquarters. I turned back and looked at Verity, who had taken her place in the invisible corner of the room, standing straight like a mannequin. “She slapped me first. You have that on the recording, right?” I asked. She didn’t respond. “Hey you are younger than me, at least respond to what I say.” She stood like a stone. “Goddess, this is annoying. You better show AAC the truth, alright?” Talking to Verity made you feel like a mad person talking to himself because she rarely responded.