Colleen Hoover Verity Audiobook Novels & Stories

There was not a single sign of my diary in her room, and that is when I saw Katy enter the building. "Hey Aubree what are you doing here?" She asked me, and I thought for a while. What the hell was I doing here? "Well, Anna just told me to find her pink diary, she said it contained her contact list." I said and she nodded. "I guess I saw a pink diary in that cabinet." Katy said and took out a pink diary and handed it over to me. I looked at it and I knew it was mine. It had the words Contact list on them, and I knew it was Jaden who had written it.

scold, me,” she said teasingly. A smile filled my face and I found myself laughing. “You really are something else,” I reply, looking down at the open book. “So, I am so confused. Marylin finds out that Remus has been lying to her the whole time, but then in this chapter, she sleeps with him. I don’t understand,” she says while showing me the next tab. I smile at her eagerness, “You don’t remember the gift that Remus gives her in the third chapter? A ring, forged in Dolos, the place of lost minds, rectified by the Keeper?” She nods her head as she flips back to the third chapter, “Right, it was a birthday gift.” “Yes, and remember Rosalyn later says that the Keeper went by many nam

She said while forming gestures with her hand as if to draw my hour-glass body. “Thank you, Verity,” I gave her a jovial grin. “Call me, mom,” Verity Giordano, while staring at me straight in the eye, breathed. *** Gerry’s POV I love the look on Wisdom’s face—and Denver’s—earlier when I was walking towards their table. The hint of shock and unexpectedness and irritation were vividly painted on their expressions. And it made me smile. Widely and wickedly. I saw the room, the one in the corner that Ezra said where Verity will be.

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