Verity Novels & Stories

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

Calling me vanilla and every awkward daddy's girl name you can think of. " Oh thank God, she's back on again." Tanner says from my earpiece. " And girls please quit it. Wait till this is all over. Reynold Boyce is a difficult man." Tanner adds. Why do I think Regina is trying to be a nuisance just so she could sabotage everything.

He would be mad but I could take it. "Good," Agent Chambers let out an exasperated sigh while scrubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head, "I know it may seem like he's doing his part for the world but you need to keep in mind that two wrongs will never make a right." "Never say the word never, agent," I quipped, "the way I learned it was two negatives make a positive. I guess it's all about perspective, and yours isn't as broad-minded as mine."

There had been times he had fallen asleep while reading, but luckily no one noticed the missing books before he managed to put it back. At night he would go watch the blacksmith teach his apprentice. The old man went by the name Gregorius, but everyone just called him Grumpy Greg. He obviously didn't like this, but didn't complain openly about it. The kid was called Kyle, and was constantly verbally abused by his master. Will had even heard Kyle complain about the customers teasing him as well.

The resemblance is quite notable. She has the same eye as her brother. She is beautiful, tall and slim. She carries a cold expression like her brother but I know better than to judge from their look. "Guys, Alex called out. This is Vivian, my girlfriend." With that being said, they all snap their head in my direction, acknowledging my existence. "Hi, I smiled nervously." "You are?" Someone I assume to be Alex's mom questioned, disgustingly eyeing me. "Vivian Blake. I smiled, trying to be as polite as I can."

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She quickly pushed Jerry aside who looked disappointed, he scoffed sadly folding his hands. Erica bent over slowly since her baby bump was larger now. Their was a pile of human skeletons, she saw a little light beeping from them. She reached in between the skeletons shutting her eyes and grabbing what was there. She stood up moving away quickly from the skeletons. It was a phone. Her eyes lit up at once. "A phone..." she said in excitement. Jerry's eyes widened "a phone? How?" Erica ignored him and tried dailing Jerry's number but it wouldn't connect, the phone battery was very low.

Ken stood up and walked towards the fire place. He pressed a button and out came a small drawer. He picked out a cigarette, lighted it using the lit fire place. “Where is she?” Ken questioned, facing the roof, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’m sorry boss.” Ben pleaded, going on his knees. “She…she got away, I’m sorry boss.” Ben stammered. “You’re sorry?” Ken questioned, facing him and giving Ben a harsh look. Ken turned backing him, “you know I have zero tolerance for failures but as a close and trusted friend I forgive you." He spoke, his cigarette in his mouth, hands backwards.

For five years, Mira poured her obsession into The Reckoning of Caelen Mors—a dark fantasy about a ruthless duke and the woman he becomes dangerously fixated on. At 2:47 AM, exhausted and alone, she died at her laptop. Her final words still glowed on the screen: "Duke Caelen finally showed her his true face. It was nothing like she imagined." She woke as Isadora Vess—the secondary character from her manuscript—in a silk bed, in a monster's house, with servants calling her by a name she'd invented. The problem: Mira remembers writing this world. She knows every dark secret. She knows how the story should end. Except her memories are fractured. The manuscript was never finished. And the