Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

In the kitchen, I shoved a piece of toast in my mouth as I skimmed through my phone. My heart stopped when I saw a new video released by Victoria. The capthon read: "About Vera, my experience working with her." Victoria’s face filling the screen in a shaky selfie video. A loose strand of hair stuck to her damp cheek as if she’d been crying. In a trembling voice, she started: "We’ve all seen Vera Calloway’s interview circling the internet. I’m not sure if it’s true, but as her co-worker, I have to share my honest opinion… I have to expose the truth."

And I intend to make the most of it. Vera was one of the new housemaids; she was an Mexican girl 22 and very beautiful. Her hair was long shining black in colour, her eyes dark brown, so dark when she looked at you; you felt it in your core. Her eyelashes long were always plumped up by makeup. He lips were always covered in the wet look lipstick which always grabbed my attention. Like all 22-year-olds she was firm and dam right sexy. Not a stick figure by any means but her curves even in her maid uniform shone through.

"Emma! Come down here right now! You're making a scene!" I didn't look at him. Veronica kept talking and getting louder. "She's nobody! Just some woman who married rich and thought she could steal my life! I'm the real Evangeline! I have proof! I have contracts! I have witnesses! I have everything!" Some people in the crowd nodded. They looked like they believed her. "Look at her!" Veronica pointed at me. "Look at her cheap dress! Her cheap shoes! Does she look like a world famous designer? No! She looks like... like..."

She appeared more mature, radiating a sensual allure that set her apart. She was Mia Ingram, the Foxy Lady, a demoness who had lived for 70 years!

Vera comes with one black coat, a pearl clasp at her throat, and a calm expression that makes the lobby guards straighten before they recognize her. By the time she reaches Everett’s office, Katherine has already called twice. Everett lets both calls go unanswered. Vera steps through the glass doors as if she has been there a hundred times. Her pale dress is simple, elegant, and expensive enough to look effortless. Her hair is swept back from her face, and her scent is controlled beneath a careful layer of perfume, delicate and cool, almost absent. She smiles when she sees him. “Everett.” “Vera.”

Seeing her aggressively rush forward, Ellen Laura quickly pulled her aside to avoid her, but James Xavia gathered her strength and fell to the ground without paying attention. “VERA!” For the first time, James Xavia shouted angrily, crawling up and saying. "You guys really have great guts, I'm going to have to tell all the detractors today and tell my grandma's plans!" Madam Vera was scared and rushed to help her, but she still reached out her hand to push her. Madam Vera has small legs and squatting down unsteadily, she also fell to the ground. James Mike always pampers this daughter, everything is left to her, and Madame Vera, who is old but still has no children, her status at home is sti

GB is lucky in having the 5'5" 34D Catherine, who is amazingly enthusiastic about her work." Roger: "A plucky lady, Lily. And who's that ravishing young lady who's bending over in front of the Thai Punter, showing him her open wet pussy while she fingers it lasciviously?" Lily: "That, Roger, is Vicky Fox, the GB manipulator. As you can see Vicky is beyond gorgeous: blonde, blue eyes and the best body I have ever ever seen. She's 6' 1" tall, her breasts are a gravity defying 32G and her legs are endless. She'll be called in later in the play to use her practiced hands to finish Chanarong off and to use her astounding body to drive him crazy with desire."

-Poor girl- murmured the woman -what happened to you? -Something wonderful- replied a voice behind her back. Quickly the woman turned, her expression was one of fright and pity when she saw Maya in front of her with a diabolical smile. The woman must have been around forty years old, small and wearing jeans shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Her name is Vera and she is Veronica's mother. -Maya, what have they done to you? -she asked zealously like every mother, although she was not Maya's, but had always wanted her to be one.

"This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos." "You fucking bitch." I cursed. "Oh Channing, hey." She said, before I heard glass breaking. "No I want the other syringe and tubing, bird brain." She shouted. "Sorry Channing, I'm currently in the middle of about to force feed the Vampire King. So if you could do me a huge favor and bring his mate over that would be great." There was an angry growl and some hissing. "So help me I will shift and kill your mate if you do not sit the fuck down and stop acting like a fucking baby, Vlad." Then the line went dead.