Extra Chapter Of Verity Novels & Stories

They needed a good storm, Veronica reflected early one evening as she returned to her small flat. She wasn’t hungry, and the prospect of an evening spent over her books didn’t appeal in the least. She missed David and their discussions and she missed Sasha even more. The day had been so hot and the flat was so airless that she showered in a vain attempt to get cool, pulling over her naked body an old cotton shirt which had once belonged to Henry, too drained and lethargic even to think of getting properly dressed.

For a few seconds, the two of them gaped at me blankly. I looked at myself, “well, I bet I don’t look good. I told you, these dresses don’t suit me…” “You’re not into hookups with women, are you?” Sera asked, tucking her fringes behind her ear. “W-what… what?” I chuckled, cocking a brow. “I am quite blunt when it comes to complimenting others,” Verity said. “But if I was a man and if I had to turn into a villain to make you mine, I would have become the greatest villain of all time.”

Verity retorted with a hint of sarcasm. Verity found herself at a loss for words. She pondered the source of her courage, a quality she had always possessed but never fully understood. Was it the life growing within her that emboldened her spirit? She couldn't say for certain, but the thought lingered in her mind as she faced the challenges ahead. Alpha Maurius seethed with fury as she kicked her leg in frustration. Verity winced as the ember from the old man's cigar made contact with her shoulder, leaving a searing burn in its wake.

Everything She did was because she wanted revenge. Vero arched a mocking smile and swung one leg that crossed over the other. “Quick. I don’t have all night just to wait for you.” Katy slowly lowered her head, bringing her face closer to the tip of Vero’s shoes. As she stuck out her tongue, all of Vero’s friends took out their phones and started recording. Vero looked satisfied at the girl, who was now carrying out her orders. Yes, people like them should be taught a lesson.

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.

“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.”

I cried for what it's worth because no one can ever change my father's decision, he never goes back on his word but I just wish he could take his words back or Mum could try speaking to him. She did something that would never be erased from my memory "Kate" she yells, I pull away from her confused, Kate came running from the kitchen" pack everything that belongs to Shiloh send it out of this house" she orders while Kate nods in reply before giving me a look of sympathy listening to everything that went on.

We ordered dinner and watched something that required no attention and went to bed and in the morning I took the contract home to my apartment and sat with it for three days without reading it again, just sitting with the fact of it. On the fourth day I called Drea. "Come over," I said. "I need a second opinion on something." She arrived with coffee and opened the contract and read it in silence while I made eggs we weren't going to eat. When she finished she looked at me. "This is a legitimate document. Fair terms, clean exit clause, everything is equal." "I know." "And you're going to say yes eventually." "Probably." "But not today." "Not today," I agreed.

And yet, we almost. What kind of spell had that man cast on me? “Daphne!” Verity shouted again, this time closer, until she finally came into my line of sight “Daphne! You won’t believe the news that just came in…! What are you two doing?” She was completely out of breath, but even so, Verity stopped where she was to narrow her eyes, making me feel like a child who had been caught misbehaving. And I couldn't even blame her.

Verity was still teasing her about Ethan, asking questions Bianca deflected with practiced ease. "So when do I get to meet this mysterious billionaire?" Verity asked. "You will eventually meet him." Verity laughed, nudging her shoulder. "You've changed." Bianca felt the words land somewhere in her chest. "In a bad way?" "No." Verity tilted her head. "Just... different. More careful." Before Bianca could respond, Verity's phone buzzed. She pulled it from her bag, still smiling. Then her expression changed. "Bianca." Her voice came out strange. "Look at this."