Book Verity Novels & Stories

I broke eye contact and looked down, not knowing what to say in response. "Braelyn, I really mean it. I'm sorry for everything. I treated you so badly, humiliated you and you didn't deserve any of it." "It's stupid how I didn't even let you explain all this time. When I learnt everything from Evan and Ryan, I didn't even know what I was supposed to feel or say." Evan told me that Victoria had become silent after everything was set in front of her eyes, so silent that she had walked away to her room. While Evan was confused whether he could make her see the truth, I could guess that it was probably a lot for her to take in at once.

I stood in front of the door and I stared at the handle contemplating whether to open it or not . I chose the option that would quench my curiosity. I pushed the door open by it's handle and was met with a beautiful office with shelves of books at each corner, heavy velvet curtains draping down the windows. After shutting the door I looked to the table to see Julian sitting behind it Our eyes met for a split second before I looked down at my feet to avoid any more eye contact I looked up after a while to see him still staring at me. "What are you doing here Vera"

My knees suddenly weakened and my jaw dropped as I saw something I wasn't expecting to see. Dripping on the walls of my uncle's room was a freshly written warning. a verdict is a verdict what comes to them, coMes to you. prepAre yourself, you're the neXt. It was tinted in crimson ink. Someone had entered the room before us, and he/she probably anticipated my arrival in this place. The message was meant for me as my name was encrypted through capital letters.

Of course I can’t just tell him that I was up till one last night because I was so worried about coming with him today, can I? “Well, on the contrary, I didn’t have a bad night. The book I was reading was worth it. I was too obsessed with it, I couldn’t help myself.” I hope that one works. “What were you reading?” “Uh,” I bit my tongue so it could say something. “I found this book in your library and I borrowed it. I hope you didn’t mind. It’s Colleen Hoover’s Verity.” “Verity? Are you sure?” he sounded doubtful, and I knew I had to be confident so he would believe me.