Book Veronica Novels & Stories

“I don’t want you. I don’t want your fingers, your mouth, or any of your jealous bullshit. The only cock I need is Lucian’s… and his dad’s. Got it? So take your pathetic ex-girlfriend revenge fantasy somewhere else before I slap that smug look off your face again.” Veronica stumbled back, but that nasty little smirk never left her face. She didn’t look pissed—she looked hungry. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly tugged the neckline of her tight top down, letting one full, perky tit spill free right there in the shadows behind the library. Her nipple was hard and pink, begging to be sucked. At the same time she lifted the two fingers that had just been buried knuckle-deep in my cum-fill

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

One wave. Another. Then nothing. Veronica stood on the shingle until the water reached her own feet. She did not cry. She simply stood. Until the cold forced her back. She climbed the path alone. Entered the house. Closed the terrace doors. Locked them. Lit the fire higher. Sat in his chair. Picked up her notebook. Began to write the final chapter. Not about him. About them. About the sea that remembers everything. About the choice to keep breathing even when the heart wants to stop.

The book served as a refuge, offering solace and a temporary escape from the tumultuous emotions that lingered in the recesses of her mind. Veronica's fingers delicately turned each page, engrossed in the tale of characters navigating their own trials and triumphs. The rhythmic sound of flipping pages echoed in the quiet room, creating a gentle melody that harmonized with the subtle cadence of her breath. The story's allure held her captive, guiding her through a literary journey that paralleled her own quest for understanding.

DEVON "You're a druid?" I said, trying to process what I'd just heard. "What? Hard to believe?" Veronica purred, a look of amusement on her cat-like features. "Then you know a lot about the twin moons?" Theo said to Veronica who shrugged as she rubbed her long fingernails together. "I know something about the twin moons but it's not going to be enough" "Liam said he saw you with a book -" Veronica rolled her eyes. "Of course it would be Liam. I'm afraid I no longer have the book here with me"

(Evelyn’s POV) The living room was cloaked in an uneasy silence as Veronica returned from her room, holding an ancient, leather-bound book with intricate golden designs etched on its cover. Everyone's eyes followed her as she placed the book carefully on the table, the atmosphere thick with tension. Alex leaned forward, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What’s this, Aunt?” He asked. She glanced at him, her expression grave. “This may hold the answer to who is behind all of this” She replied, her voice heavy.

Mika asked. “It was pure evil!I shouldnt have read it.” Veronica cried. “What was that pure evil?” Pressed Mika. “The book had kinds of spells. Dark magic. I found a page, a spell on bringing people back to life.I followed the instructions and bought all the things stated on making the spell come to life. I then began to chant the words in the book.” “So are you telling us that by chanting the words in that book, you have waken up some type of evil that is now taking over people who were supposed to be lying quietly in their coffins? is that what you are saying?” asked Mika.

They needed a good storm, Veronica reflected early one evening as she returned to her small flat. She wasn’t hungry, and the prospect of an evening spent over her books didn’t appeal in the least. She missed David and their discussions and she missed Sasha even more. The day had been so hot and the flat was so airless that she showered in a vain attempt to get cool, pulling over her naked body an old cotton shirt which had once belonged to Henry, too drained and lethargic even to think of getting properly dressed.

Erick and Alina’s Great Escape Alina “I am so done with this!” I slammed the humongous book shut and would’ve thrown it across the room if I had the strength to lift the damn thing. Emiel pushed his spectacles down his nose to witness my tantrum before burying his nose back into another book. He didn’t really need the spectacles, vampires being unable to have any diseases unless they were magically induced, but Emiel apparently likes to look nerdy.

He was thinking who would really be the male Alpha. "No one should be born to be the King of Alpha, if that happens I can no longer do anything." Lex exclaimed to himself while he hit the table with his hand. "Or maybe he would kill me rather if I may not follow him." Lex continues with his thoughts regarding the King of Alpha and then he shook off his head to get out of that thought. Senan who were reading a book at that time but his mind was occupied with the female Alpha. "Just incase I will not be the father of the King Alpha. What if I will kill one of my brother so no one will be a King?" Senan whispered those words in his self thinking about how would be anle to resolve his problem.