Vera Stanhope Book 12 Novels & Stories

She shook her head and stood, muttering to herself, “It doesn’t matter, it was never about that, I’m here for the contract, for my brother, that’s all.” Still, no matter how many times she repeated it, her chest refused to unclench. Time passed, she couldn’t sleep. Her body tossed and turned on the sheets, her mind stuck on repeat. Eventually, she threw off the blanket, slipped her feet into slippers, and padded quietly down the stairs to get some water. She stopped just as she reached the last step. Voices. She leaned slightly into the wall and peeked into the living room. Vera was sitting on one of the couches, legs crossed, looking like she belonged there. Her posture was elegant, one han

Could it be connected to the book? Vivienne’s voice grew sharper. “You don’t understand the power you’re toying with. That book doesn’t belong to you—it belongs to the Haverstone legacy. And you’re not part of that legacy.” Emma’s jaw clenched. She had heard enough. Summoning her courage, she stepped out from behind the shelf, the book clutched tightly in her hands. “Maybe I’m not part of the legacy,” she said, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. “But Lord Haverstone chose me to find this. Not you.”

As Leila strolled through the market square, her mind was tangled like a bowl of spaghetti, trying to link the stolen books and the murdered professor. The square was lively for the amount of snow and the temperature well below the freezing point. Vendors peddled their wares by spreading them on fleece blankets, their goods as ragged and random as the spirit of Christmas. Leila walked between the aisles, surrounded by old copper kettles, once fine German porcelain, toy trains, and oak plant stands trying hard not to look bored.

I felt a surge of adrenaline as I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that I had to get out of there, to escape the king's wrath. But as I turned to run, I felt a hand on my shoulder, spinning me back around.. It was Lady Calantha, her eyes blazing with hatred and revenge. "You'll never escape me, Vera," she spat, her voice venomous. "You'll pay for what you've done." I tried to struggle, to break free from her grasp. But she was too strong, too determined. she dragged me back to the king, who was still standing there, his sword at the ready.

“I’m just saying you know, if the tea isn’t working, there are other ways to get through the full moon.” Just as I began to worry there was an invite into some creepy, twisted sibling orgy heading my way, Hope walks in. Straight into the cosy little scene Vera has created. Again. That must be the third time Vera has managed to have hold of part of me just as Hope strides in. Her fingers grip tighter as she drinks in Hope’s briefly confused expression. Vera might as well fucking straddle me and have the image printed on the walls, her grin is so blatantly triumphant. Hope is too cool to give Vera what she wants. She blanches then carries on. Striding past our table, she spoons herself a bowl

With it, raging thunder clapped in the sky and lightning began to strike, forking across the grounds of the Royal Palace. We ran for cover, shifting when we reached the pergola. I had been seeing a little she-wolf, Vanessa, for a couple of weeks now. I hadn’t been that same playboy since Lamia. Not to say I haven’t had my share of girls in the past two years, but there was no more wham, bam thank you Ma’ams. I kept them around for at least a few weeks.

AUTHORESS P.O.V Paris Stanley came down from his car and dial Vera number. "Hey baby I'm outside your apartment" Stanley said with a smile. "Are you for real?" Vera replied and rushed out immediately. She end the call immediately she saw Stanley and walk up to him "Hey, you didn't tell me you're coming," Vera said with a smile. "Just trying to surprise you, don't you like it?" Stanley replied. "Why won't I? I love it, come inside please" Vera replied, and Stanley smiled before going inside with her.

She leaned down until her lips brushed my ear. “No.” She released me completely. I cried out in frustration as my cock throbbed uselessly in the air, denied again. Tears of pure need and humiliation burned at the corners of my eyes. Veronica stood and wiped her gloved hand on a cloth with clinical detachment. “At dawn, while your enemies come for our son, you will remain exactly like this — restrained, aching, powerless. And you will think about the name you once had. The power you once held. The omega you destroyed.”

THE NERDY BOY NEXT DOOR BOOK 1 Intro; When Veronica returns to her hometown after her divorce, she hopes for a quiet fresh start. But the awkward neighbor boy she once comforted has grown into Adrian Cole, a brilliant, wealthy man whose intense gaze makes her pulse race. Adrian spent years watching Veronica from afar, memorizing the woman who unknowingly changed his life. Now she’s single. And living next door again. What begins as an awkward reconnection slowly becomes a dangerous attraction as Veronica realizes Adrian’s interest in her isn’t new.

End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3) Hendrick’s book (no title yet, to pick up when the book of Veronica ends) Potential plans (synopsis written): Victoria’s book Raymond’s book Audrey’s book