Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

“Oh yes…Vera is a very smart girl. She has great skills of observations. She would do rather well in a scientific field.” Vera steps forward. “Thank you, Mrs. Lily.” “No need for thanks. It’s only the truth.” Mrs. Lily responds in false humility. “I am a great observer. But I don’t know if you are.” Vera says arrogantly. “Vera…” I warn. “Excuse me?” The bold woman blurts out. “You are not excused.” Patti says. “Patti!” Lionel says sternly. But Vera is not done. “If you were…you see my mommy standing beside my dad.”

Vera lit a cigarette and looked at Kane. “You’re losing control, Detective,” she said softly. “And I think you like it.” Kane stared at the ceiling, heart racing. His phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand. It was Lena. “New evidence just came in. We need to talk about Veronica Voss. Now.” Kane looked at Vera, who was smiling as she wiped cum from her lips. What would he tell Lena?

Always positioned to be visible. Always shining beneath dirt and bruises. She was a jewel buried in the mud, and the right King knew how to dig up treasure. But his Luna Vera, she saw it too. Vera was razor-beautiful. Tall, lethal, with a mouth made for snarling. Her long black hair was braided tight like a crown of warning thorns. Her authority came not from softness, but from fear. She hated Veronica instantly. “If it looks like a whore and acts like a whore,” Vera sneered, repeating her mantra one morning.

Vera, the one who looked at me like I was a bug under her show. Of course. Fate really didn't favor me. “Oh, you're still here,” Vera said, wrinkling her nose. “I thought I might have the room to myself.” “No such luck,” I tried to joke, but she just looked at me, appraising, and hummed. “Right,” she said, and then sighed deeply. She turned so that she could look at me better. Her expression didn't change: obviously, she wasn't impressed. “I'm Vera Knowles of the Shaw Pack.”

Garrisson had sent Vera to reprint a ream of documents that you'd soaked, and sent you to help her. "Jesus Christ, kid," Vera said as you entered the copy room. "Talk about going above and beyond." "Hey, no pain, no gain, right?" you asked. She smirked and chuckled, starting another file printing. Vera was a pretty woman somewhere in her thirties, with tan skin and dark hair that made you assume she was latina to some percentage, though she could just as easily have been a darker skinned Italian woman. With both copiers running, she stood back and leaned against the counter almost right where you and Sabrina had been intimate not two days earlier.

Noah isn't only a really nice and good man, he is a dream come true. “Trouble in paradise?” Vera said when Joan walked back into the room. “No, he is cool with it.” “So you need his permission now?” She rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and eat.” Joan sat opposite her and picked a glass of water. “Sis?” Vera sipped coffee. “Yeah?” Joan looked at her over the rim of her glass. “You know how I'm a famous designer with influence?” Vera asked. “Vee, what are you up to?” Joan dropped the glass.

Senna I heard my name and my heart got very quiet. It was Vera. She was talking to Dax in the hallway. I stood very still behind the corner of the stone wall. "I am just worried about the supplies, Dax," Vera said. Her voice was sweet, but it felt like a trap. "Senna is very good at her job, but the logs she writes down do not match what she actually uses." I could hear Dax shift his feet. He was being quiet. He was being careful. "What do you mean they don't match?" he asked.

Leo held his finger up to silence me and we stood in total quiet for a few moments. "Do you hear that?" he asked. "Hear what?" I replied. He suddenly marched forward and around the kitchen counter before reaching down. I heard a whimper and a few seconds later, he pulled a young girl up from behind the kitchen surfaces. She looked from him to me and then back to him, her lip shaking and a terrified expression on her face as Leo kept a tight grip on her arm. "Do you work for Gustavo Escobar?" he asked. She nodded quickly, "but he's not here."

I reached for the faucet, and she just stuck her tongue out and made faces, taunting me. Ugh, what a damn real mature person! “Get out!” I belted and splashed water at her, and she just laughed her ass out, walking past the door. Damn, that girl would be the death of me. --- “Forget about that for a moment, Syd, and get some sleep. It’s almost four AM now. Let’s continue some other time.” OJ told me after I crossed out another F B profile picture of a woman named Veronica Dawson. She’s the eighth person out of the many here that we need to check the photos on her timeline. She has the same name as OJ’s birth mother, and we had seen no signs that it could be her that we were looking for.

Camila's P.O.V The view of El Matador State Beach was breathtaking, it was a treat to come here for photoshoots. I enjoyed being a model, modeling for Vogue and Teen Magazine, I loved every part of that career, of course, Quinn models also, she was the first one, but when I reached around ten or eleven, my Mom made me do it. Here I am today, a successful influencer, I've never lied about personality for fame, I was honest and genuine to my fans, I had to be. My grandparents taught me well, while my parents were just overjoyed that I joined the family clique, unwillingly.