Verity Colleen Hoover Books Novels & Stories

"I want to know what is exactly going in that brain of yours? You divorced Claire for Zara. But now that Zara is all yours to possess, you are doing things you shouldn't." The last statement made Hunter's shoulders erect. His eyes finally flickered as he showed minor hesitation in his features. "You know about my visit to RavenMoore?" He asked, his tone dry of emotions. Hunter had gone to RavenMoore quietly. He hadn't left a trace behind then how did Cole discover the same? Hunter remembered that everyone in his circle was made to believe he was busy with back to back meetings. "I am also aware that it was you who set Tia Murphy's car on fire even though they lied that it was an accident." C

Consuela started at the pair, who were examining her with surprised faces. She was exhausted from trying to escape the young man, and now that she noticed he bought a companion, she was sure the mermaids had not sent them. They were never keen on sending female hunters to capture escapees like herself. "If you are not the mermaid's hunters, who are you?" she questioned them. The young lady, who was strikingly beautiful, shifted her weight in an effort to respond.

“I’ve learned a great many things about Moon Valley.” “I’m sure you have,” I said as I moved into the room behind her. “For instance, did you know that Mary Bleeker has the most first-place ribbons for her chili?” I shook my head and took the chair in front of the desk. Colleen moved around to the leather chair and thumbed through the papers on her desk. I took in a deep breath. What the hell was I doing here? The tour was over, and I was nothing more than a fly buzzing around, annoying her.

Something was off. “…if we can intercept their next shipment, we might be able to confirm the Crow’s link to Benedict Holdings,” Colleen said, breaking the silence. Savannah nodded absently, but did not look up. Her distraction was so unlike her. Usually, she was sharp, focused, and often questioned everything. But tonight, though, her mind seemed somewhere else entirely. When our meeting finally wrapped up, Colleen stretched lazily, gave Savannah a knowing grin, and said he’d “check in later.” Then he left through the side door, and I waited until his footsteps had completely faded into the night.

“But you don’t smoke.” Colleen tapped repeatedly on Gray’s forearm pressing down her neck. “What?” asked Gray impassively. “Maybe she wants to say something?” said Edward. Gray studied Colleen’s expression. “If you scream or resist, I’ll gut you with my bare hands,” she said in a menacing tone. Colleen nodded her head. When Gray removed her forearm, Colleen was roughly coughing, touching her neck. “Speak,” said Gray who was still sitting on her stomach. “I---i---i,” stammered Colleen then she coughed again. “I’ll…I’ll tell you…I’ll tell you ev---everything.”

Levi accessed all the case documents on the cloud, and Dr Davies spent a long time squinting at Colleen's missing person's photo. "She had blond hair. But the eyes are the same," he said at last as he pushed the laptop back at Levi with a fearful look on his face, his hands barely touching it. Levi wondered what it was about computers that terrified him so. Dr Davies rifled through the cabinet behind him stuffed to the brim with ageing medical files and smiled his triumph when he turned back to them with Colleen's folder in his hands. "It says here her name's Jewel," he peered at the personal info on the front of the file over his glasses and threw them another suspicious look even though he

Either that or the walls the Council had built around her to keep her from contacting anyone with her power were simply nothing compared to the bond of the coven. I was betting on a combination of both. The secretary read his nasty little list of accusations all over again. This time I listened closely to all of them, though I knew the final one was the only one that mattered. "Miriam Hayle," he said, "you stand accused of the following charges:

"She tried to use Vivienne to lure me somewhere isolated. Vivienne refused." Damian's expression hardened. "Then we move faster. Colleen's already gathering the old financial records. If Eleanor's growing desperate enough to try something this direct, we don't have the luxury of waiting much longer to expose her." They spent the following hours working with renewed, focused urgency, Colleen producing document after document from her husband's early business dealings, cross-referencing dates and transactions against everything Harold and Richard's testimony had already revealed. Vivienne, despite her grief, proved unexpectedly useful, offering details about her mother's habits, contacts, and

" Vivienne said. Another long silence, heavier this time, and when Colleen spoke again, her voice had lost every trace of the calm, patient control that had carried her through thirty-one years of careful planning. "I need to check something," she said. "I'll call back within the hour." The line went dead. She called back in forty minutes, and this time, her voice carried something Vivienne had never expected to hear from her at all: genuine, unguarded fear.

And who do I suspect? After I got all caught up on the club stuff with Brandt, Detective Shaw called. She wanted us to know that Lenore had been picked up last night. They had arrested her for tampering with evidence and were going in to question her. I told Shaw about the video tampering at the club as well. She was pretty interested in that development and was going to call Brandt right away. How did I not know Lenore was a hacker or at least a wannabe hacker? Since she got caught, I guess she wasn't that great at it.