Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

She yelled angrily. " How dare you?!" Rex thundered and raised his hand to slap her. Vera's hands flew to her face to protect herself from the slap and at the moment she blanked out. "What?" Rex frowned on seeing this and hissed in frustration. "Now you are playing jokes too? I never knew you to be dramatic and an actress at the same time," He said, rolling his eyes at her but just as he was about to leave, this eye caught sight of something. ***

Even if she made a mistake, the Ford family didn't have to scheme against her and make her life difficult in the industry. "Ms. Ford, you have to give my daughter a chance at survival!" Veronica didn't even mention her daughter's name, making the spectators believe without a doubt that Ophelia was a bully.

Just a minute to remember who she was doing this for. And when she was done, she’d wipe away the last tear, retouch her lipstick, and step back into the room. Because her daughter believed in her. And Vera Sterling would never let her down. Vera had just finished dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue, the remnants of frosting still sweet on her lips, when her phone buzzed sharply on her desk. She glanced down at the screen. Dorian Fontaine. Her jaw tensed. Of course he’d call now, just when the headlines were spreading like wildfire and the world was finally acknowledging that she, Vera Sterling, was officially the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the country.

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

“How do you intend to show that poetry doesn’t win wars? Do you have a challenge in mind for that, Alpha Miles?” A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he gestured lazily to his side. “Vera,” he called, and a woman stepped forward from among his warriors. Vera was tall, easily six-foot figure with shoulders broad enough to carry two babies comfortably on a side. Her face was a map of scars, and the spark in her eyes was anything but soft. She was like a weapon built to hone violence. “My Beta, Vera,” Miles continued smoothly. “She has some questions about your pack’s defensive capabilities. Perhaps you’d be willing to demonstrate?”

Vera spoke in a low tone to someone over the phone. “Don’t kill her, but just leave her to bleed.” Vera smirked. “Wouldn’t she suffer and die eventually?” The person asked. “That’s exactly what I want, for her to suffer and die, she stole my position at the office, there was no assistant chief cobbler, until she came and made me one, I have never been ridiculed like that in my life and now she’s about to cost me my job, I won’t let her succeed and also send me the location, I will be there right away.” Vera said in a maddened voice, she looked like a mad person right now. “I’ll send you the address.” The person said and hung up.

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.

“I don’t know how you managed to book this place all to yourself. If you crawled your way back into modeling by whoring yourself around, I’ll find out. And when I do, I swear I’ll make your life a living hell.” Vera didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled. Slowly, she cocked her head to the side and folded her arms across her chest. It was her turn to watch Didi unravel—and God help her, she enjoyed it. “Run along now, Didi,” Vera said lightly. “Guess who isn’t wanted here.” Her smile widened. “You.” Didi looked seconds away from bursting. Her chest rose sharply as she lifted her hand, fingers curling as if she truly meant to strike Vera. For one dangerous moment, Vera thought she would. But then

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

I said venom lacing my every word as I got off the bed stepping closer to her causing her eye's to widen. "Don't be intimidated, she is only a child" the demons voice rang out or at least that's what I think he is. Turning my head over I look at him "but I'm quiet excited to keep her around" he said smirking his dark eyes staring into my blue grey one's. "Well, is she up?" another voice came as the door opened "oh, looks like she is" looking over I see another woman but this one was wearing a deep red. Her killer cheekbones looked as if they were almost engraved in her face "Im Vera" she said reaching her hand out to me.