Extra Chapter Of Verity Novels & Stories

Which meant they were suddenly much closer. Emma could smell her perfume. Could see the small scar on her left eyebrow from that door in college. Could count the freckles across her nose that makeup didn't quite cover. Focus. She needed to focus. "The opening is strong," Emma said, eyes on the screen. Not on Alex. "But the legal precedent section needs work. You cited Morrison versus State but that was overturned last year." "Was it?" Alex pulled the monitor back. Started typing. "You're right. Good catch."

So instead I described Liberty to her. She didn’t seem too impressed with me. Neither was she impressed with the food I brought her. I’m not sure what she will do. If she will do anything at all that is. Not too far away a scream sounds. “What was that?” Verity asks, her eyes shocked. “The better question is who was that,” Candy says. Her eyes showing a sadistic glint. She doesn’t really care about others in general save a few exceptions.

This time Henry’s response was audible, though still too quiet for Lavinia to understand the words. “I know I don’t deserve another chance,” Verity said, her voice breaking slightly. “I know I gave up any claim to your heart when I chose my career over you. But I’ve grown up in these five years. I’ve learned what matters and what doesn’t, and what matters is love. Real love, the kind that changes you and makes you want to be better than you are.”

Margaret shook her hand, thanked Quentin, and left. The office door clicked shut behind her. Quentin walked to a small bar cart and poured two fingers of whiskey into crystal tumblers. He handed one to Verity. She took it and drank the entire contents in one smooth swallow. Quentin’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I didn’t realize you drank like that.” “I don’t,” she said. “Usually.” He hesitated, then poured her a second glass. She drank that one just as fast. Quentin set the bottle down and studied her. “What’s eating at you, Verity?”

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…"