Vera Stanhope Books In Order Novels & Stories

Carleigh said to Gab. I raised an eyebrow. "I can take care of myself." "I know. Just in case, Chantria, okay?" I just shook my head and looked back at the girl. That’s when I understood what was happening. I stepped back when I saw who they were surrounding. They weren't far from us, so I could clearly see why she was pointing the gun at the crying child's head. “Lorreine…” I whispered. I heard Gab sigh beside me. “She’s been playing with you for a while now. She only recently found out that you're the heir of the Zima family, so I don't think befriending you was all that fake.”

Vera appeared at the door. She wore black, her face pale as frost, her dead mate’s wolf crest pinned to her chest. The moment she walked in, several elders turned toward her with sympathy. Someone whispered, “Lady Vera still came tonight. She must be trying so hard.” Vera stopped in front of us and gave me a soft smile. “So this is Miss Hale,I’ve heard so much about you.” Kaelan glanced at her. “Vera, you should sit down if you’re tired.”

The tugging sensation begins again, growing more and more intense as I continue to hold on, as the feeling intensifies I close my eyes and let it take me where it will. Splat! I make the mistake of gasping for breath and the taste of both mud and excrement fill my mouth. Spitting, I stand up noticing in the journey that I have dropped the pendant. Taking a look around, I wonder if this is where the heir has been hidden all this time. Reaching down I pick up the pendant and wipe it off on my cloak. I barely have time to do this before the sensation of tugging once more overwhelms me and the world blurs away. *************************************************************************************

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.

I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols. As I opened the book, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, extinguishing the candle by my bedside. The darkness enveloped me, but I wasn't alone. Whispers echoed around me, growing louder and more urgent. I strained my ears to catch the words, desperately trying to make sense of them. "Veronica, you hold the key," the voice murmured, as if carried by the wind itself. "The truth lies within you." Intrigued and unnerved, I clutched the book tightly in my hands and began to read its faded words. The first sentence was Veronica, you hold the key. The voice was

Veronica cleared her voice, was about to move past her when Cassandra seized her arm, tugging her towards her, “I don’t treat strangers kindly. We’re going to have to talk for a bit, darling.” Veronica stepped up to her, raising her chin at her, keeping the tremors in her voice in check, “No we don’t. You are playing with fire, Dr. York. Let go of me right now. You have no idea who we are.” She chuckled nonchalantly, taking another step forward, looking down on her, crowding her, “Your achievements might be impressive, Ms. Veronica Chase but to surely you know better than to threaten me like this.”

But Silas Vane had made one fatal mistake, he had underestimated the desperation of a woman who had already lost everything once. Verina moved toward the library, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs that made it difficult to breathe, she reached into the hollowed out heel of her shoe and retrieved the USB drive, the small piece of plastic feeling like a jagged blade in her palm. She knew she only had a window of about twenty minutes before the head of Silas’s security, a man named Miller who had eyes like a hawk and the soul of a machine, would perform his first physical perimeter check. She walked to the large, floor to ceiling bookshelves that lined the western wall, her

At the mention of her name, Matt stiffens. I power it on and the new messages ping instantly. All her old messages are still saved on here too. Years’ worth. The things I read make my blood run cold. All of Sophia’s plans, schemes and every betrayal is laid out in black and white. But buried among it all is something far worse, a confession from Svetlana. She helped orchestrate Sareena’s departure. She sent her straight to Matteo. She knew he wanted Sareena as his bride.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Meaning, Jade could not be alive now. Caleb was confused. He couldn’t figure it out logically, but he didn’t really care. He just wanted to see Jade again. Caleb dove down, lower, circling the shoreline, and finally spotted it: Sera’s Castle. It was stark and dramatic against the coastline, with spires reaching up into the sky, riddled with courtyards and terraces. As he expected, Sera was there, below, standing on an upper rampart, looking up to the skies, watching, waiting for him. She lit up with a huge smile upon seeing him.