Novel & Cerita Colleen Hoover Verity Audiobook

I need a little time maybe tomorrow. No, I have to do this right now. Huh, I sigh inwardly. "I have something to say and it's very important," I say not meeting anyone's gaze. The place becomes quiet, I anxiously look up to meet Dad's intense stare, Edward and Garrett were no longer in the room. "I...I...I..." I can say this?. I exhale and inhale my chest hurting as everyone waits patiently for me to continue, Sylvia places her hand on mine getting my attention " Shiloh relax you are having an anxiety attack " she says worriedly.

I could tell this smile was different from the previous smiles she had on her face. "Oh yeah! We named her after her mother's favourite author, Colleen hoover. We are born Cohorts." I said, watching her face lit up. "Oh my goodness, I'm a cohort too... Tell me which is your favourite ? Mine is November 9" "Verity." I replied. "Oh! That book got so much emotions out of me." She said softly. *****

“They’re nothing like their father.” “What happened to Verity?” He shakes his head. “Terrible thing to see your child’s heartbroken. Her fated mate wouldn’t take her back. She moved to a distant village where we have family. She used to be so happy and full of life.” The world spins but I stay on my feet. “Thank you.” I’m not even aware of leaving the kitchen garden or wandering through the palace until I nearly crash into Wiley. “Aurora! Are the rogues attacking?”

Her steps halted as she hurried out the words. "H-hello! Hello!!". "I n-need help. Can you hear me--- Her words abruptly stopped hearing incoherent words. She abruptly stopped talking hearing the incoherent words that she couldn't understand due to language problems. Groaning she cut the call and swiped her tears roughly with the back of her hand. Her face was cherry red with all the crying and running and she got the bare minimum time to accept the reality. Her husband is a criminal. A criminal who killed a joyous man.

“Oh, this old thing? I can barely think about clothes today—I’m practically vibrating with nervousness. Is Henry in? I know I should have called first, but I was afraid if I gave myself time to think about it, I’d lose my courage entirely.” The confession was delivered with such artless honesty that Lavinia found herself warming to the other woman despite her instinctive wariness. There was no calculation in Verity’s manner, no sense of superiority or entitlement—just the genuine nervousness of someone about to have a conversation she wasn’t sure how to navigate. “He’s just finished with the Singapore investors,” Lavinia said, glancing toward Henry’s closed office door. “I think he’s free no

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.

Footsteps approached from the hallway. Verity appeared in the doorway, dressed to leave. Jeans, heels, a top that suggested confidence rather than innocence. “Going somewhere?” Eleanor asked without looking up from the document in her lap. “Study session,” Verity replied lightly. “Exams.” “With whom?” “My boyfriend,” Verity said casually, adjusting her earrings in the reflection of the nearby mirror. “He’s tutoring me.” Eleanor lifted her gaze slowly. “Boyfriend?” Verity shrugged. “It’s not a crime.”

Harriet asked with a smile. She pressed play. A crystal-clear recording echoed through the courtroom speakers. It was the entire conversation Sandra and Eric had in the hospital room, the one I had secretly recorded using a micro recorder hidden inside a button on my hospital gown. "Your biggest mistake was trusting cold architectural theory instead of understanding people…" "Didn't see this coming, did you? Look at you now. Locked up like a dog…" "Your sister died for nothing. You destroyed yourself for nothing. The two of you were nothing more than stepping stones on my path…"

“I appreciate the sentiment, and the psycho-analysis, but those people are toxic, and I’m going to come out on top, just because I can. Just because this time, in this arena, I’m better than she is.” “This will eat you up.” I looked at her but she wouldn’t look back. “Believe me, Cloe, it’ll eat you up. Do this for you, not for other people, not to prove a point. Nobody is waiting for you to fail, there is no ulterior motive here, not for anyone.” “Not for you, Max, not for you.” I sighed. “That first week on the phone, when you got your gold envelope, I found Verity sobbing her heart out in the stationery cupboard.”