Vera Stanhope Books In Order Novels & Stories

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

“Lord Pierre has ordered cook to put small amounts of vervain into her food. She’s a new vampire so she’s stronger than most in the castle. The vervain will keep her disoriented and eventually weaken her to the state of a new born babe. Lord Pierre visited us yesterday and said she’s been there for some time now; eating the vervain laced food and drinking some potion his magician’s created that he claims will seal his position on the throne. Soon, anyone, even myself, will be able to cut out her evil heart.” “The cook?” I said with painful wonder. “The cook, the footmen, the maids,” he said thoughtfully. “The entire castle is in on it. No one wants that evilness ruling them.” “Has Lord P

And then she would decide. * Caleb was furious. Once again, Sera had landed into his life, causing destruction everywhere she went. He couldn’t recall, over the thousands of years, how many times he had asked her to keep away from him, how many times he had made it clear that he had no feelings for her, that he didn’t want her in his life. But countless times, at all the wrong moments, she managed to show up again. It was as if she knew, as if she sensed whenever he was with someone new, whenever he was with someone he really cared about. And she always showed up at exactly the wrong moment. She was the most territorial and possessive creature he had ever met. And he had been plagued with he

She mumbled making my lips twitch. “Men do not have beautiful eyes.” I pointed out. “But their lips are beautiful when they release a smile.” She retorted pecking them. “You are the reason for them.” I whispered with sleep consuming me slowly. “I better be.” She warned and snuggled still laying over me before we both let the sleep consume us. *Counil’s Pov* “We can see that you are having a difficulty with ruling Agatha.” Elder one uttered glancing at Vali, the King of the Tanika which is the second best Kingdom after Agatha and the new ruler of Agatha.

I whispered. "Yeah. The snake. She was sitting in the parlor, drinking tea with Elara, looking like the Queen of England. She didn't even acknowledge me. But I saw the look, Nova. The total, smug victory. That woman hates you." "She won, Vera," I said numbly. "She got rid of Camille, she killed my mother and Zachary with the stress, she destroyed my reputation with Killian, and she kept her spot." "She hasn't won yet," Vera corrected, pointing to the boxes. "You have your ID, your money, and your mind. We figure out the funerals, and then we figure out the escape plan."

I know they are definitely hiding something about this Brabra story, but what is it? ____NOTICE___ INSIGHT OF THE BOOK TWO Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.

Sitting on the arm of the chair I’m in, he begins to explain things in a matter of fact way. “Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, this is the best and the easiest way to explain things… Everything you know, all the stories you’ve heard, all the traditions, everything is a lie. The lies started a few hundred years ago. The one story and one prophecy that is true is the prophecy and story of the Mistress of the Veil and her harem of men. The prophecy of the twins is the one that’s been kept hidden since the last Mistress of the Veil and her harem were murdered.”

Can’t answer the simplest question properly, and her going to Oxford. Oh, what fun village life can be! I have no idea who put the Oxford rumour into circulation - wait a minute - now I think about it - sounds like my gran’s handiwork. Vera and I had set everything up in the stables as best we could. Vera slipped me some large notes, and left the apartment. I found Sid in the kitchen and put them in her hand. 'Pay me back sometime,' I said, 'when your Tom graduates will be early enough.'

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

What the fuck were the odds that two different men named in Adam’s case, both wound up dead in prison within a few years after the wreck? Amber’s heart pounded harder in her chest. She had another theory swirling through her head. She took a deep breath and typed in Aurelia Stanford. She sifted through results for several minutes until an article with a picture attached grabbed her attention. Amber had seen that face in the file the PI had collected, photos of the alleged witnesses that night. The article was entitled “Young Mother killed in New Year’s Day Fire.” The words burned into her eyes as she read over the details. Aurelia Stanford had burned to death in her apartment after a candle