Plot Of Verity Novels & Stories

The floors were all rotten and creepy Every step I took no matter how quiet made a noise. All of a sudden I felt something heavy hit me at the back of my head and I fell down on my knees groaning. I looked up to see Cyrus. My eyes drifted to Vera who he had tied up on the floor. She sat there with her legs and hands bounded together. "Doll are you okay? " "I'm okay. Why did you come? " "I had to save you" Seeing her tear stained cheeks made my blood boil as I launched forward at Cyrus but immediately he pulled out a gun pointed at Vera I stopped dead in my tracks.

In the footage, gone was the innocent, sweet-faced girl Scarlett usually pretended to be. Her face was twisted with rage as she shoved Madison off the rooftop with all her strength. The look in Madison's eyes was one of pure disbelief. Madison wasn't the only one. Standing nearby was Nova, who had just arrived at the rooftop in a fury. The moment the footage appeared on screen, the courtroom erupted. The spectators in the gallery and the viewers watching online stared in stunned disbelief. "I can't believe it. She looks so sweet, but she actually murdered someone!"

Garith just turned back to Rowan. “Now…what are we going to do with you?” Verity smirked as she slid into Rowan’s lap. “There now…doesn’t that feel better? You could have had me, you know…if you had just played ball, we could have kept you alive.” She patted his cheek, ignoring his growl. “You are so big and strong, aren’t ya?” She laughed as she stood and then swung. Her slap echoed throughout the makeshift room. “Verity, that’s enough.”

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.”

She caught Simon's eye for just a moment, and to his astonishment, he saw her flash him a small, hopeful-looking smile. Simon stared. He was taking in Verity's appearance properly for the first time, and he wondered why he hadn't noticed how pretty she was before this moment. She had a cute little mouth, hazel eyes behind her glasses, and long, dirty-blonde hair. She was short and slim. She was wearing a patterned tartan skirt, black stockings, and a navy blue cashmere turtleneck that fitted her neatly, emphasising her undeniably feminine curves. Verity met his eyes, and took a deep breath. She opened her mouth as though about to speak. Then she seemed to lose her nerve.

Ezra slams into Veronica's tight pussy, pounding into her virgin hole, taking her as his. Ezra looks back at me, and waves me to come closer. I come to the edge of the bed and watch as Ezra pounds into Veronica harder. "You want to suck his cock, don't you my little slut?" Ezra asks Veronica. Veronica lights up when she sees me. "Ummm yes. I want to suck Roman's cock. Please let me suck his cock," Veronica begs. Ezra pulls out of Veronica. "On your knees and face the edge of the bed," Ezra instructs Veronica. Veronica gets on her knees, with her ass in the air. She is facing the edge of the bed.

"What's her last name?" A pause. Just one beat too long. "Voss," he said. "Sienna Voss." I didn't say anything for eleven seconds. I know it was eleven because I was looking at the clock on my office wall, the one I keep there for depositions, so I can track how long a witness has been avoiding a question. Eleven seconds is a long time to be silent on a phone call. My father filled it with nervous sounds. I let him. Here is what I knew about the name Voss in eleven seconds:

Amelia was sitting on the floor with Romeo just a few feet away from her. She looked interestingly at him as though she was trying to figure something out about him. Her bright yellow hair was a mess and it was clear that she had just gotten out of bed. Even though it was 15:00, she rarely got any rest so I was glad that she was taking the time to sit with Lexy and I. Lexy was leaning lazily against my bed with a half lit joint in between her lips. She was wearing a thong and an old shirt that she ripped to make into a crop top. Her hair was in an entangled mess and her eyes were bright red.

"Okay. But I'm holding you to that." They settled into Bianca's office, spreading the takeout across her desk. Verity had ordered from their favorite restaurant from university days, the one they'd visited after every exam, every breakup, every life crisis that required carbs and conversation. Bianca felt something loosen in her chest. A reminder of who she'd been before all of this. "So." Verity picked up her chopsticks. "The photographs." "What about them?" Bianca asked. "The building and the woman. The caption that practically screamed scandal." Verity leaned forward. "Who is she?"

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.