Allegiant Veronica Roth Novels & Stories

I still recalled with clarity how she'd cried aloud and sounded so sweetly blissed out. "Veronica was asking for you specifically yesterday," Kenneth said, arching one brow. I didn't reply, staring at him and knowing he wouldn't lie. Not about that. Veronica was a regular, loaded with money and an insatiable sex drive. If she wasn't at one of the Bratva's operated sex clubs, she'd be at another elsewhere. The older woman had no scruples about seeking out pain and pleasure, and to my knowledge, she'd never once uttered a safe word.

I drove back to the airport and caught a flight back to the Alpha Academy in Denver. I pull up to my cabin, it's early morning and just stare at the porch, my mind plays the memory of that night. When she walked into the bar, my eyes never left her, I watched as her friend Rochelle walked with her to my table, leaving her with me as she went to use the restroom, Rochelle is a piece of work she placed her between my legs as she walked off. Normally, I don't mix with the Alpha heirs under my direction, but Veronica caught me by surprise, she is beautiful, feisty and for goddess knows why, gets to me. I asked her to dance, going against everything I've told myself I wouldn't do, but she capt

I reacted on instinct. I twisted sharply, and the syringe flew from my hand, skidding across the ground and clattering loudly against the metal frame of a supply crate. Seeing that her plan had failed, Veronica shrieked. “She assaulted me!” she screamed, clutching her wrist theatrically. “Everyone saw it! Rue attacked me because I exposed her!” People stopped and heads turned. Attention was beginning to gather around us. And then Veronica did what she always did best. Lie. “She stole thirty million dollars from my son!” Veronica shouted, her voice loud and penetrating. “She took Aiden’s money and, and she wants to use it for herself!”

“Sigmond Ross institution isn’t just an orphanage, Ms. Violet. This is an institution that will benefit greatly from our expert curriculum. That curriculum cannot perform to its highest potential if our star quarterback has to worry about his girlfriend being harassed by some hooligan. As brother Baxter uttered those words, June looked at a blond girl sitting next to Vic. “Veronica. Is she still bothering you?” Vic said. Veronica bit her tongue as she recoiled at her boyfriend’s question. “Please, veronica. Tell them.” June tearfully asked. “Ms. Hash.” Brother Baxter said. “Would you like to tell us something?” Veronica nervously looked back on forth as the question wayed heavily on her cons

Veronica was still quiet, and that made her dangerous. “She’s waiting,” Damien muttered, watching the skyline. “She’s planning something.” Miles, reinstated under brutal terms of loyalty, stood at a safe distance. “The charities are collapsing. Calloway’s name is poison. Veronica’s losing backers every hour. She’s cornered.” Damien turned, eyes sharper than ever. “Veronica Hale is never cornered. She plays cornered. Then she lashes out.” There was a buzz from his personal line. He answered.

“You’re probably wondering why I’d pass on Alpha Draven and choose your boyfriend instead?” Veronica sat up casually from the bed, not bothering to cover her perfect body, and smiled at me. “Sure, Alpha Draven has power and wealth. But, I’ve heard he’s incredibly ugly and a total sex perv.” “...Sex perv?” I murmured. “Yeah. He had 8 wives, and every one of them died in his bed. Either his dick is as big as a bull’s, or it’s covered in barbs, or he just likes beating women in bed. I’m sure he’s a psycho old man. A lady like me can’t marry a grandpa.” Veronica made a disgusted face. “I needed to find a partner before he arrives, so I have a good reason to refuse him.”

He walked straight to the desk and dropped a folder in front of Adrian. "You’re going to need a drink for what you’re about to see," Valentino said, heading straight for the bar in the corner and pouring himself and Ardian a drink. Adrian reached for the glass and took a sip . He opened the file and his eyes landed on the name: Luca Moretti. Adrian froze. His heart felt like it had been dropped in ice. Moretti. The name alone felt like a weight on his chest.

“But she’s never alone. Someone shadows her. Quietly. He’s competent.” “David,” Veronica said, distaste tucked into a single name. “Mm.” I let the consonant sit. “He’ll try to keep it clean. He’ll fail.” “Your confidence is charming,” she said. “And occasionally dangerous.” I leaned in, lowering my voice so it felt like a pact. “Listen to me. There are three stories on the table. One: the tragic wife returns to her abuser, haloed by forgiveness. Two: the mastermind survivor exposes a monster and brings him to his knees. Three: the complicated woman reappears, and the world remembers she’s not a saint—she’s an accelerant.”

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

He probed, earning a hypocritical grunt from the couple. “Thank goodness she was adopted! I can’t imagine giving birth to such an inconsiderate and sly wench who can’t bear to see her sister happy” Veronica expressed with undisguised contempt. Optimist scoffed and leaned against his chair nonchalantly. “As if you all didn’t take away her happiness in the first place” he muttered. “Did you say something?” Mr.Roland questioned nervously. “Back to why you’re here. I don’t think it’s in my place to have that kind of discussion with Rhett. He has done his part by breaking off the engagement in the best way possible and Mr.McCall has dropped the charge against your daughter.