Venetia Heyer Novels & Stories

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and

Emily Warner The loud knocking and my cat meowing in my face woke me up. What the damn hell? “Emily Anne Warner, if you don’t open this damned door in a minute, I swear to god I will knock it down with a bulldozer. I am not kidding you. You haven’t replied to any texts or calls in a week. At least before that you answered my texts. I am not going to leave you alone now.” I sat up straight in my bed as I could hear Danika yelling.

Quite scary, she’d noted as she stepped back. “Katharina Stones” He knew her name, off the book. Well, who didn’t. Half of Zurich already did, in one of the most taunting cases to hit them in a while. Their gaze met into each other as he offered her the only chair. She reluctantly sat. And then looked back up at him. “You see” He started, sitting halfway on the table. “I’m not going to waste any time” He said. “I just want you to tell me the truth. The whole truth” He said as he brought out certain papers from his file.

In the magic plane, Thea is still unconscious. Lady Tina is concerned for the other woman. "Why is she not waking up?" Lady Tina asked the healer, who is an older man with grey hair. He is their family healer and is a very good one. He is on the shorter side of the height scale and his eyes hold wisdom and knowledge. He adjusted his thick glasses on his nose and looked at the Lady on the bed, who laying down unconscious.

“You’ve done your research.” “I prefer preparation.” I answered A faint curve touched her lips. “Yes. You do.” Her gaze moved to Letty. “And this must be Letty .” “Yes.” I answered as Letty extended her hand gracefully. “Leticia Wells.” Helena shook it. “ I have heard a lot about you” she said “Same here” Letty replied Her grip was firm and assessing. “Beautiful,” Helena said softly. “And steady.” Letty smiled calmly. “Thank you.”

Selena glanced at her, before walking away along with the businesswoman, the bodyguards following closely behind. When they were gone, Nicholas kicked at the floor, "Goddammit, Veronica. Who the hell is she now?!" She sighed, running her hands in her hair, mumbling, "I won't lie. I'm envious of Selena right now. She's surrounded by attractive women." "What?!" She cleared her throat, reddening slightly, "She's Cattleya Kir, you idiot. Chief executive of Kir Tech. We can't mess with people like her." "Why can't Selena understand that we want her own good?! She's being ridiculous. It's been a week already and the doctors clearly said that, that woman won't recover."

"I trust you've brought evidence to support them." "I have." Kael gestured, and Torvin brought Sable forward, her bearing careful and controlled despite the weight of every eye in the hall settling on her at once. "This is the curse-maker herself, formerly known in Blackthorn territory as an apprentice to the Marchwitch Elsbeth Ashcombe, more recently operating under the name Yara Fenn. She has given full, voluntary testimony detailing her work, and the patron who funded and directed it across nearly a decade."