Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

“That video in the group chat was filmed in your bridal suite, wasn’t it?” one of the women asked with a grin. “Sleeping around right under Adela’s nose? That’s bold.” Lorenzo leaned back, swirling his drink, looking pleased with himself. “Yes.” “I used to be too sick to do half the things I wanted,” he said, tapping his chest. “After the transplant, I realized spending the rest of my life with only one lover would be a waste.” The room erupted. He let them laugh, then added, “I set myself a goal. One hundred places before the wedding. Once it’s over, I’ll settle down. After that, my body and my marriage belong to Adela.” More laughter. More glasses raised. I stood outside the door with one hand pressed hard against my chest, where an artificial heart kept beating. Lorenzo never knew I had learned his language. He also never knew that I had already discovered he was keeping Vera—our wedding’s mistress of ceremonies—behind my back. And because he had hidden something from me, I had hidden something from him. I had already booked an assisted death service overseas.

My deskmate, Sierra Langford, handed me a throat lozenge. I turned around and melted it into the school cafeteria’s "Top Scholar Soup", letting all four thousand students share a taste. Because this time, I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, Sierra had a system that could steal other people’s exam scores. As long as I ate something from her, my grades would automatically transfer to her. She was a rich girl, already set to study abroad. Stealing my college entrance exam score was just a joke to her. On the other hand, I was poor. The exam was my only chance to change my fate. After three mock exams, my scores kept dropping for no reason, and no matter how hard I searched, I couldn’t find out why. In the end, I failed the college entrance exam. Lost and broken, I was hit by a car. After I died, my soul hovered in the air and overheard Sierra laughing with her best friend, Hailey Monroe. "Who would’ve thought Vera Collins could’ve ranked first in the entire city? Well, that title’s mine now! Someone like her deserves to rot in the mud forever." This time, I’m back. So, she liked stealing people’s scores for fun? Then stealing just mine would be too boring. This time, the entire school’s exam scores would be a surprise for her.

When I pushed through the main door, covered in blood, I found my amnesiac husband right on top of my best friend. His arm was wrapped around her waist with practiced ease, and she was passionately reciprocating his advances. "Ada will be devastated if she finds out…" Camilla said in a sweet voice through bated breaths. "After all, she really thinks you've lost your memories." Lucio chuckled softly and said in a mocking tone, "It's not my fault she loves me that much. Then again, it's a good thing for me since I can just let her do all the tough and dirty work." He leaned down and planted a kiss on Camilla's lips, mumbling, "Right now, you're the only one I recognize as my wife. Just wait. Once I sign the deal with the Della Veras, I'll have her kicked out and pass everything she owns to you. After all, I no longer remember a thing." Only then did it hit me. My husband's amnesia was all an act, a farce to fool me. Moreover, my best friend conspired with him to stab me in the back. Too bad they didn't know that the Della Vera family, the most feared Mafia family in Ritelle, only acknowledged one person: Me, Ada Rossi.

His gray eyes twinkled with mischief. “Are you scared Vee?” his throaty voice hummed tantalizing sensations down my spine and pooling between my legs. I bite my lower lips an involuntary, harmless act, at least so I thought, until the resulting burning desire in his eyes and the bulge in his cargo pants said otherwise. He wanted me, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that I wanted him too. “I am not scared of you,” my voice came out as an embarrassing whimper. I looked away from the burning desires in his eyes, afraid that it might consume me. Not that it mattered. I was already consumed by him. ______ When Vee McKenna is kidnapped by the Lycan king’s men, she finds herself facing execution for the theft of a mystical pearl stolen by her identical twin sister, Vera McKenna. The handsome but deadly Lycan King, Adonis Greyhound , has just one year to live and when his pearl is stolen by a half blood, he swears vengeance. But when he finds out that she is his mate and the only who can save his life, Adonis devises a plan to make her fall in love with him. But nothing in life ever goes as planned. Would Adonis give up his hate for humans and embrace love? Or would he give up on what could be the best thing in his life all for a game?

For two years, he watched her. Now, he’ll take her. All Elara Vance wants is a simple life: work, and volunteer at the orphanage that was her only home. She is light, kindness, and hope unaware of the dark eyes tracing her every move. Kieran Thorne isn't a man; he's a king. The ruthless head of the Thorne Syndicate, he deals in blood and absolute control. When he sees Elara, he doesn't see a woman. He sees a possession. A light to balance his darkness. After two years of meticulous planning, he steals her from her world and delivers his decree: she will be his wife. Trapped in a gilded penthouse prison, Elara’s spirit is her last weapon. But Kieran’s obsession is a brutal education. His touch is both punishment and worship, his mantra a dark whisper: "You are mine." As Elara plots her escape, a more dangerous threat emerges. Vera Volkov, heiress to a rival syndicate and Kieran’s obsessively devoted would-be queen, sees Elara as a stain to be erased. She will burn down Kieran’s world to get rid of the competition. Caught between a captor who kills to keep her and a rival who will die to replace her, Elara must make a choice. Will she break under the weight of a love built on possession? Or will she learn to wield the thorns of his obsession… and become the queen of the very darkness that sought to own her?

Love was never supposed to be this dangerous for Valerie Lawson. Born into wealth and groomed to carry the legacy of her mother who built one of the largest companies in the country she became a force of power. She was the woman everyone admired. The woman every man feared to approach. From the polished floors of luxury board rooms to the flashing headlights of black tinted convoys Valerie lived in a world where she controlled every situation at the snap of a finger. But beneath that perfect exterior there was a secret she buried deep inside. A secret that shaped the entire path of her life and turned her heart into a guarded fortress. Her family portrait had once been perfect. A loving mother. Two beautiful twin daughters. But darkness crept into their home the moment her father allowed insecurity to corrupt his soul. Instead of valuing his successful wife, he resented her. He felt small watching her empire rise. He felt like a guest in a palace built with her brilliance. Not having control, he sought validation elsewhere. He brought another woman into their home. planned it like a secret meeting but fate rarely allows betrayal to stay hidden. That day when Valerie and her twin sister were supposed to be in school tragedy struck. Vera fainted and her mother rushed to pick her up refusing to call her husband because a small voice in her heart whispered that he should not be trusted. After treating her daughter she returned home quietly hoping to surprise her husband with good news about their little girl. Instead she walked into a horrifying betrayal. Her husband was in their marital bed with a strange woman. The scene shattered her soul. She demanded a divorce and vowed to take her daughters along.

Ten years after my wealthy family took me back, I died in the rental house my billionaire parents had dumped me in. My son was three. Just to mess with me, the kidnapper gave me three chances to call for help. If even one person was willing to come see me, he'd spare my child. The first call was to my father, the man who'd spent fifteen years searching for me. He was busy directing the staff as they set up my adoptive sister's birthday party. When he picked up, he barked, "Estelle Emerson, seriously? Can you go one week without causing a scene? It's your sister's birthday. I'm busy. Don't kill the vibe." The second call was to my mother, the woman who brought me home and changed my name from Dixie to Estelle. But Vera snatched the phone and laughed so hard she could barely get the words out. "Estelle, seriously? If you're gonna make something up, at least make it believable. You look so broke you probably don't even have fifty bucks. What kidnapper would pick you?" The third time, I called Luca's father, my legal husband. He said he was in a meeting and didn't have time to play games with me. He also said that if I behaved myself, he'd agree to take me home for dinner next week. After the final call ended, I looked at the grinning kidnapper in despair and sent the last two messages of my life. A photo of myself covered in blood. And a short message, every word sincere. [I'm really going to die. In my next life, don't bring me home.]