Vera Foxx Novels & Stories

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

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."

said Veronica "I'm busy, don't call if it's not important, meet me at the usual place," said Mr. Hook across there, then turn off the phone unilaterally, Veronica called him again "I CALLED, DON'T CALL!" shouted Mr. Hook "I..it's about Mr. Felix" Veronica said that she was very nervous, knowing Mr. Hook is a mob boss, he is afraid his life is threatened “Felix? Felix Leonidas? " said Mr. Her hook was instantly serious and calm

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

But his eyes burned with barely contained fury, and I knew exactly what was coming. "That woman," he said, his voice deadly quiet. "Vera. I don't trust her. She was one of Annalise's guards and worked for that witch for years." "She was," I corrected. "But she turned against Annalise, which you know. She helped me save those children and fought beside me against the witch. She's the reason we made it out alive."

“Xavier was working for Vivian and not with her. He was working with me all this while. He was the only person I could trust,” she said, her voice low as she muttered her last words. Her eyes gleamed with sadness. She looked up to me, staring deeply at me as if wanting me to see the pain she hid behind those beautiful big brown orbs. “Vera…my friend. She was not what she seemed. Vera’s an evil woman. She faked everything. She pretended to be my friend all because of a grudge she held against your mother,” she whispered.

Vera’s jaw dropped, then she barked a laugh that would’ve gotten us written up for HR violations if we had an HR. “Wait, Lydia Sykes? The stalker with the chin mole and the invisible eyebrows?” I nodded, shoving half the bar in my mouth. “She’s got a hell of a grip, apparently.” Vera fanned herself, then started blowing air up her skirt, hands fluttering between her thighs like she was trying to waft out a fire. “Jesus, it’s like a goddamn oven down there.” “You’ll need ice, not air,” I observed, popping the rest of the bar into my mouth. “Unless your wolf man’s running hotter than usual.”

Vera yelled without thinking, and someone chuckled. She turned to see Sasha and flinched. "Wow, I never expected you to be more evil than I thought. You mean Nini was never a lesbian or bi, and you made it so easy to believe." "So?" Vera glared. "I can do whatever I want; it’s none of your business." "Oops, I think I love your audacity. Let’s be friends." Sasha stretched her hand. Vera stared at Sasha’s hand and smirked when she remembered her target is Vincenzo.