Escort Verona Novels & Stories

“Is Roman here?” “No, ma’am,” Alice replied, dipping into a small curtsy. “The car’s waiting. Your driver asked if you were ready.” “Thank you,” Vera said, forcing a calm she didn’t feel. She offered a small, grateful smile. Alice nodded and slipped away. Vera tucked the letter safely into her bag, then crossed to the front door. Outside, the black sedan idled in the driveway, engine purring like an impatient beast. Her driver, stood beside it, one hand raised in polite salute.

Mid-40s, neatly dressed in a gray jacket and slacks, sunglasses hiding his eyes. “Señorita Motoguez?” he asked in Spanish, his tone neutral. Avyanna gave him the faintest smile. “Yes.” He opened the rear door for her without another word. Once inside, the car pulled away from the curb. The city unfolded outside the windows—clean stone buildings, tangled side streets, and the sharp scent of citrus trees in bloom. “You’ll be meeting with Valerie Constello directly,” the driver said after a moment. His accent was local, but his phrasing was careful—like someone trained to speak without giving away too much. “He requested it personally. He’s expecting you within the hour.”

“I know. But this feels different. Elena’s not ready for this world—it’s not fair to pull her into it.” Maya smiled faintly. “She’s stronger than you think. Maybe it runs in the family.” Zane chuckled, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I hope so.” --- Arriving in Verona They landed in Verona just after dusk, the city glowing under the soft light of streetlamps. Elena’s apartment was located in a quieter part of town, tucked away from the bustling streets. As they approached the building, Alex, who had joined them for security, scanned the area with sharp eyes. “I don’t see anything suspicious yet, but we should remain cautious.”

Vessara immediately stood up, but she'd been crouching there for so long that her vision swam and she nearly stumbled. She quickly recovered and waved Jeremy over. "Come here and carry him to the car. You drove the SUV I told you about, right?" The vehicle had been modified and had plenty of space in the back, making it relatively comfortable. Lucian would be able to lie down comfortably inside. Jeremy quickly nodded and went over to support Lucian. Vessara then added, "Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight. Just pretend you don't know anything." Jeremy immediately straightened up and answered with utmost seriousness,

Vero glanced once again at Hatice, who was now getting into her parents’ fancy car. So that’s what Lev meant that night. He said Hatice wouldn’t bother Vero anymore, and he really made it happen. A painful longing pulsated in her chest. Her eyes gazed into the distance at Noblebranch, then she boarded the bus, and shortly after, the bus departed from Duradel. * The journey to the nearest bus terminal took about two hours. Vero switched buses to her hometown, and she arrived there at night. Shortly after getting off the bus, she considered visiting her parents’ house. But she remembered that her foster parents were part of the vampire hunters, and visiting them would be in vain.

"Don't let him smother you. He's going to want to protect you from everything. But you need to push back sometimes and maintain your own space. If you don't, you'll suffocate." I thought about the guards, the restrictions. "I'm learning that." "Good." Vera smiled. "Now let's get you home before he sends out a search party." But Vera didn't drive me back to Cesare's estate. Instead, she navigated through Monaco's winding coastal roads until we reached a private helipad perched on the cliffs overlooking the Mediterranean. I looked around, shocked. "Vera, where are we?" "Where I was told to drop you off." She pulled up beside the sleek black helicopter sitting on the pad.

The cross tattoo on the back of his left hand looked oddly familiar. His deep voice and slight accent sounded familiar as well, somewhat British, and she could tell he spoke fluent Italian when he was talking to the quiet driver earlier. He chuckled at Théo's glare and was no longer busy texting on his phone. He wasn't wearing a mask unlike the rest of the guys. Veronica leaned forward and kept quiet as the vehicle sped along the highway. To her relief, no one had restrained her hands yet. Perhaps they thought she wasn't in any way a threat. She glanced out the tinted windows.

The Romano estate had been locked down since the sniper’s bullet shattered the night, but danger has a way of slithering past gates and guards. The following evening, as dusk bled across the horizon, a sleek black Maserati rolled up the drive. The woman who stepped out carried herself like she still owned the world, hips swaying, heels clicking against the marble steps, dark red silk clinging to her like sin. Carmela Vescari. Bianca knew the name before Matteo even spoke it. She could see it in the shift of his shoulders, the narrowing of his eyes, the way the men at the door glanced nervously at one another.

Verania sarcastically remarked, her words tinged with a hint of laughter. Her worried eyes then landed on Ares as she contemplated what might happen to him if Cristoforo's words were to come true. She wanted to avoid that scenario, so when they reached their final destination, she would do everything to escape with Ares. But she knew she needed to plan carefully, especially since their adversaries were intelligent. Instead of paying attention to Verania, Cristoforo kept his gaze fixed on the road, focusing on driving, so Vera's eyes roamed the surroundings once again until they stopped in front of an alleyway.

Pleasure was on. While walking towards the junction, I heard a faint, “This is the day. Elara’s luck ends today,” repeating over and over in my unconscious mind. Once I spotted Veronica’s sleek black car parked under the crooked streetlamp, she rolled down the window and smirked. “Get in, Sera. We’ve got work to do.” As we began our journey, Veronica was making a point to drive focused on the narrow road. “This one’s different,” she blurted out.