Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

It was as though he no longer cared for me, as if any emotions he had once felt had vanished into thin air. He leaned down, his warm breath tickling my ear, causing a shiver to course through my body. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of fear and confusion enveloping me more. "Who are you, for the last time?" His voice was harsh, demanding answers. "Oh, Goddamnit!" Veronica's voice rang out, dripping with triumph. "Axford Cariño, this is my dirty mute maid, Elletra, I used to talk about on social media. She is very lazy and dumb. She can't speak! She has never spoken a word in her life." Veronica relished this moment, finally able to assert herself against me.

"O.k." "I don't know her name, I don't know anything about her but she was outside when I came by yesterday. She was about sixty, a little chubby and was African American and she was wearing these thick dark glasses I don't know if she has a problem with her eyes or she's blind." "Uh Vera," he said. "Vera?" "Yes Vera. Big hair and has a deep voice?" "Yes that's her," she said. "Do you know where I can find her?"

The only thing that mattered was the woman in front of me refusing to break. Nyx hovered above, laughing that cold, ringing laugh. “Look at him,” she called down. “The great Nightmoor alpha, standing there useless while his mate drowns in power she can’t control. How poetic.” I bared my teeth. “Keep talking. Makes it easier to remember where I’ll aim when this is over.” Vera glanced back at me—just a quick look over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes were bright, too bright, like stars about to burn out. But she smiled. Small. Tired. Real.

“This is a long story, Mishka. I don’t know how and where to begin with. You need to know about Vera if you want to know who Jennifer is.” Leo’s voice turned gloomy. “Who is Vera?” Mishka asked, knitting her eyebrows. “Vera is Christian’s mother and Luke’s ex-wife.” Leo sighed. “She was a gorgeous twenty-year-old girl when she married Luke. Vera was Rosella’s friend’s daughter. Her parents died in a plane crash, and after that, her relatives started treating her like a servant. She was living in a miserable state when my wife Rosella stepped into her life.” Leo said, and Mishka listened to him attentively.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

Her extended folks were extremely loaded. But when Helena excused herself to attend to something in the kitchen, boredom knocked on her. She even struggled not to yawn nor blink her eyes. That would be rude, bish! She wouldn't want to leave a bad reputation on the very day of their meet and greet. Her eyes wandered around to find something that would pique her interest. It was as if a light bulb flickered when her gaze stopped at the snazzy grand staircase. The design was so pleasant to the eye and reminded her of the Victorian era mixed with a modern touch.

Heads swiveled, whispers rippled through the crowd. And there, like a dark blade slicing through the glittering throng, was Veronica Maddox. She was a vision in a slinky black gown and blood-red lips, her hair a sleek curtain down her back. And she was heading straight for them, a cunning light in her eyes. "Jackson, darling. So good to see you." Veronica air-kissed his cheek, her lips lingering a beat too long. "And this must be the new Mrs. Reynolds." Her gaze flicked over Ava, cold and assessing. Ava fought the urge to shrink under that cutting perusal.

, I said. "The fuck, what happened?". "It's about Veronica, I was wrong about her okay, you guys were right, she never changed, she was working for Landon all this while". "That bitch, I fucken knew it!", Valerie screamed. "I swear, like how the fuck will Veronica Starfox change?". "Now she has an information that she's threatening me with and she's demanding that I give her 50% of my income when we divorce", I said. "What??", they all screamed in union.

he whispered. I didn't answer. I pushed open the doors. The light was blinding. The noise of the reporters was a wall of sound. Flashbulbs went off like tiny explosions. I stepped onto the small stage they had set up. Daniel stepped up behind me, looking like a defeated servant. I looked into the cameras. I didn't see the people. I saw the weapon I was about to use. "My name is Veronica Hales," I began, my voice clear and steady. "I am the CEO of The Phoenix Group. Today, we begin production on our first film, The Anchor. This film is about the truth. It is about how people survive when the world tries to bury them."