Vera Stanhope Book 12 Novels & Stories

Vera enjoyed the book. And in no time she was up to the third chapter. Vera stopped to go to the bathroom and to have the snack that Luke had ordered her. She didn’t ask him to. But she appreciated it, anyway. Her usual milkshake and a caramel and banana muffin. And as soon as she was finished with her snack, she was back reading her book. CHAPTER THREE...

She had been preparing something for months — this was apparent when Miranda arrived, from the quality of the room. Vera's study was always organized, but today it had been organized in a particular way, with one specific object at the center of the desk, everything else arranged around it. A book. Bound, thick, handwritten throughout in Vera's precise script. "Sit down," Vera said. Miranda sat. Vera stood beside the desk and looked at the book for a moment before she picked it up. Whatever the gesture was — the pause before the delivery — she had not rehearsed it. It was simply what happened when she looked at what she had made.

" She repeatedly asked on the air. She cried and cried. Until she got tired and thought of calling the police to let them know what happened in Enzo's apartment. Then she sent me to the mansion and I looked for Grandpa. I want to know that he is the one who made Enzo. If he was the one who was ordered to kill it. But just in case... I can't forgive him and I will hate him forever. I swear! When I arrived, I immediately looked for Grandpa on his staff. My voice is angry. She immediately went to the library to say it was just there. She was about to enter, but one of the staff of Grandpa's confidants, Brandon. He doesn't want to let her in. Because he still has a meeting. But I can't wait for

'God help her, give her strength. What else could I do but pray for this poor soul? ༻❁༺ The night was terrifying with snow storms hitting the window over and over again, the weather unexpectedly changed from serene to chaotic. Just like her life. Painful whimpers escaped her lips as she dragged her feet toward the full-length mirror. Her right hand clenched the white sheet against her naked body while the left one held the cold wall for support. There's a noticeable limp in her walk. Emma took in a shaky breath attempting to endure the agonizing pain between her legs but it was futile. The hours-long session had sapped all of her energy.

I straightened slowly and turned around. Vera stood ten feet away, moonlight gleaming off her pale hair. Her arms were crossed, her posture relaxed and confident. Lilian, Mora, and Cara flanked her like loyal hounds, effectively blocking the path behind me. Four shadows against the glowing river, their smiles sharp and satisfied. Cornered. I took a step to the side, trying desperately to slip past them. They moved instantly, spreading out, cutting off every possible escape route. Vera laughed softly. It was a pretty sound—sweet, poisonous, deadly. “Look at her,” she said, her eyes sweeping contemptuously over me. “She really thinks she can just cross the boundary and disappear.”

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

Paws running at medium speed through the soft grass, without any fuss. The muzzle searching the ground and the air for the scent of its prey, while its ears hear distinct sounds here and there. Voices and the smell of food flowed through the waves of the wind, but the seemingly ordinary wolf in dark fur moves on. The prey is close by, the smell of food and of them reached the snout of the bats coming through the sky. Vera is in the kitchen depositing a pinch of rice in the palm of her hand to taste it. Upstairs Veronica is sitting at the desk in front of the window, writing something in what looks like a diary - a small lilac velvet notebook with black and pink details - and in her hand a pe

“I mean it, Lila. Go back now.” “I can help,” Lila called out as she struggled to keep up with Jasper. She knew that she was risking going into labor by forcing her body to move in such a way, but she had no intention of being left behind in that big house. She had no idea who would win that battle. Without Jasper, there were only a few servants who resented her and undoubtedly would do nothing to protect her from the vampires if the need arose. She was better off sticking with Jasper, no matter the consequences.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.