Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

I glanced up, and froze. Vera Acosta. Vera. Acosta. As in, the Vera Acosta. She was everywhere right now, the movie world's current darling. I hadn't scrolled past a single one of her films. She was mad talented. I was, and I say this with my whole chest, a huge fan. Colby leaned down, his voice low. "She's here." I stared up at him, stunned. He had to be joking. There was no way he'd actually brought me here to play mind games with Vera. THE Vera. He had to be out of his mind.

“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

Whether it recognized where it came from. Whether things built from dark water understood dark water when they felt it in the air. She did not slow down. Vera was visible from the edge of the clearing. A small woman — smaller than Danielle had expected from Rodrigo's description, though she understood immediately that size was entirely irrelevant to what Vera was. Eighty-one years old. Silver-haired. Standing at the far edge of the pool's stone rim with her hands at her sides and her feet planted and her face arranged into an expression that contained no fear whatsoever. Not the performed fearlessness of someone managing terror. The actual thing. The specific calm of someone who had stood at

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.”

Bated breaths, and then a hand hitting the table, Causing Anna to flinch. "Vera, I'm not interested in any of your silly games. You're going to return her spirit back into her body and make sure you do that with immediate effect." "And if I don't?" Her voice bore nonchalance. "Vera, remember how I killed your ex boyfriend?" It was Felix speaking with a dead serious tone that sent shivers running down every of her spirit being. Right now, she wants to go back. She tried moving to no effect. Vera chortled. "I kill her, you kill me, oh, tear me into shreds, we all get nothing and lose something."

(I'm just kidding, your room is next to mine, this is your key) Hamish replied, pointing to the next room and Veronica smiled shyly then took her room key from Hamish's hand and entered her room, she Putting down all his belongings and preparing all his gear to find Felix, his main weapons at the moment are his baygons, perfume, and sharp tweezers. Without Hamish knowing, Veronicaany walked out of the hotel and ordered a taxi and headed for Mr. Hook, Veronicaany doesn't want to lose track of Felix, she has to save her boss, if her boss isn't found, this also involves her job, she might lose her position as secretary. ***

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

The room froze as she lifted one hand from her belly and pointed directly at the first lawyer. “Your prince is a goddamn dragon, two heads taller than I am and twice my size. How was I supposed to fight him off?” The first lawyer opened his mouth, but nothing came out fast enough. His representatives shifted behind him, their polished clothes and expensive jewelry suddenly looking very useless under the attention of the cameras. Vera did not wait for them to recover. She turned her finger toward the second lawyer, her face calm in a way that made the calm worse.

“Mrs. Veronica, how are we to be convinced that you weren’t paid to testify against your sister?” “That’s bullshit,” Veronica responded. “I’m not one of your witnesses.” “Do not swear in this sacred court.” The judge warned Veronica before turning to Fredrick. “Do you have any evidence to back that up?” Frederick requested that his phone should be connected to the projector and his request was granted. Frederick clicked on Veronica’s I*******m account. “More than half of her accessories in all her I*******m posts belong to Mrs. Vera.” He also clicked on Vera’s I*******m account and compared both clothes. True to his words, both ladies wore similar clothes. “It’s an obvious indication that sh