Verity Novelas e Histórias

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I'm not comfortable with skinship so he immediately removed it while wincing. "A-ah, hehe, by the way, Maze, Cole, Troy and Mark, these are my juniors from the faculty of Psychology. My favorite boy, Gabriel Solzeek Thornton, you can call him Gab." Of course, he first introduced the fairest of them all which is Gab the cheater. I'm not praising him or what but it's true that he's the fairest among all of his friends. I'm just interpreting my observation. But that doesn't also mean that I'm actually observing Gab. Whatever. He smiled at us and my friends are kind enough to return it to him but not me. Call me rude but I will never ever smile to a cheater. So I remained giving him my cold star

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

If Evelyn was involved, Lisa was in more danger than she realized. Evelyn’s words hit me like a sledgehammer. *The Sopor Veritas?* I’d heard whispers about it in my research, a rare plant, powerful, but also dangerous. It could unlock hidden potential in the mind, but it was also a potent sedative—lethal in the wrong hands. And it was clear now that Evelyn had been using it on me. My own sister, experimenting on me like I was some lab rat.

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

It is followed by a beep soon after. I tap the notification. A series of messages from my best friend appears on the screen. Mo : *why didn't you pick up?* Mo : *sorry, forgot it's weekend. You're absolutely occupied right now* She adds a winky face at the end. Mo : *I just want to check in. Aaaand, brag* Another winky face. Mo : *Girl, omg I'm soooooo luckyyyyyy* Mo : *look at these! I'm in paradiiiiise*