Svt Vernon Novels & Stories

I threatned her. "I'm sorry sir, I did not know..." she began. "Just give me the fucking details." I shouted again. "S..sir.. their is no room.. by the name Aubree." She said and my mind flooded with anger yet again, but I needed to calm down a bit. Who could have been with her right now? "Check Sebastian." I told her. "Yes.. their is a name by Sebastian. It's room number D-46." She said and before she could finish, I ran towards the lift, but it was broken.

My mouth opens like a fish because I do not know what to say. "Oh, you're Nina, right? I'm Verde. Vernon's older twin." he introduced himself while smiling and offered me his hand. He was about to kiss my hand but Vernon took it. "I don't want you to get her hand dirty. Have some shame, Verde. Hanna is right next to you. Pay attention to your wife and not what's mine." Vernon said protectively and possessively that made Verde roll his eyes. The two of them looked very much alike but I noticed their eyes were different. If Vernon's eyes are blue, Verde's eyes are hazel brown.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Montclair, but you need to wait here." Vernon clenched his fists. He wanted to argue, to shove past them, but his heart was pounding too loudly. He looked through the small window instead, watching as they hooked her up to wires and IVs. Pressing a trembling hand against the glass, his chest ached with guilt, fury, and fear—emotions he hadn't felt this strongly since the fire. "Come on, Vernice..." He whispered under his breath. "Don't do this to me. Not again, please"

Vernon seized the alpha by the arm and dragged him away harshly from his dance partner. "What the hell is wrong with you, Vernon? Can't you see I'm busy?" Conroy grunted, checking his cuff to see if it had ripped. "Is she your next victim?" Vernon suggested. Sasha and Sara baring their canines, snarling at the man who stole their virginities. Sally had her claws out, wishing she could tear Conroy's throat out.

“You took advantage of my drunkenness.” Soledad laughed at him. “You were the first to kiss me, and you even confessed your love for me.” “That’s not true! Stop lying!” Soledad smirked and raised an eyebrow. “You should have chosen me; that’s how you’ll have a child; instead of Sharlene, who is barren, I can give you a child.” Vernon had lost his emotions and was staring at Soledad blankly. “My wife is not barren,” Vernon stated, glaring at her. “This is the last time we’ll meet,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I thought you’d changed, but you haven’t; stay away from me if you would rather not be involved with what the Knights have.”

Tessa tried to speak, to defend herself—but her throat closed. “She’s not family!” another relative barked. “She shouldn’t be here!” “Get out,” Dominic’s aunt snapped. “You’ve caused enough pain!” Tessa stepped back, her heart beating out of rhythm. The stares burned into her like hot coals. She wanted to scream that they were wrong. She wanted to cry. But then— A shadow stepped in front of her. Tall. Sharp. Cold as ever. Vernon. He turned slowly, his eyes sweeping over the angry relatives like a predator daring someone to move. “Touch her again,” he said, voice low and lethal, “and this funeral will be for more than one.”

Vernon The uneasy feeling in the back of my mind didn't leave even after she went to the gymnasium. I already notified Adonis and told him to walk her through the training routine, Everything should be fine, and I should have nothing to worry about. "Alpha Vernon, Miss Shannon fainted in the gymnasium." Adonis mind-linked me. "What? Was she hurt? What happened?" I knew I felt uneasy for a reason, but I hated to be right in a situation like this.

Stace snaps. “Same day.” Stace thinks for a moment as he holds him in his grip. “If I could help you, you know I would,” Vernon adds. “You have already put me in shit just for being here. I’m supposed to ring him the moment you arrive.” “Give us twenty -four hours before you do.” Stace growls. “Or I will be back to finish you off.” Vernon nods once.

Rubbing his temples, the man said helplessly, “Earlier, I told you to sleep because I didn’t want you to overthink. I’ll have the news taken down tonight. As long as you don’t see it tonight, it’ll be gone by tomorrow.” “Oh wow! So eager to destroy the evidence, huh? If you didn’t do anything, what are you so nervous about?” “Nervous?! I just don’t want you to misunderstand.” “Misunderstand?!” He was still trying to explain. Serena got angrier. She didn’t bother with niceties anymore and asked directly, “Then tell me, aside from you, who else in Vernon would be wearing that jacket? There are only seven in the world. Money can’t even buy it—I don’t believe anyone else could get their hands on

The memes practically made themselves. Vernon moved fast. He edited the clips and uploaded them to YouTube, TikTok, everywhere, dropping the news that we were collaborating. I have to say, Vernon is not your typical documentary director. He knows how to make things go viral. He’s smart about hype, about grabbing attention, without ever sacrificing professionalism. He’s far from some reckless amateur; when it comes to the actual craft, he’s meticulous. I was scrolling through the shooting schedule Vernon sent me when my phone buzzed. My first thought? Sebastian—or worse, his mom’s latest “roar.”