Books By Veronica Roth Novels & Stories

Was that where they slept? She tried to think back to all the vampire lore she had ever heard. Sleeping in coffins. Awake at night. Superhuman strength and speed. Pain in the sunlight. It all seemed to add up. She herself felt some pain in the sun. But it wasn’t unbearable. And she was impervious to the holy water. What’s more, this place, the Cloisters, was filled with crosses: there were enormous crosses everywhere. Yet it didn’t seem to affect these vampires. In fact, this seemed to be their home. She wanted to ask Caleb about all of this, and more, but didn’t know how to begin. She settled on the last one.

Once the last shred of bright yellow was removed, Nic flipped the book over. "Goodnight Moon," he said, then looked up at Veronica with quizzical eyes. Veronica smiled, "That was the first book my mom read to me as a baby." Nic looked down at it. "Yeah, my mom too, but--," then Veronica felt his body jump underneath her. His head snapped to her face and his eyes were wide. He quickly looked down at her stomach and then back up to her face. "Are you--" "Yes," Veronica whispered, her eyes searching his back and forth for any disappointment. Luckily, she didn't see any.

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

The feeling similar to nausea in his stomach earlier from the party, that had been MIA the whole evening, returned. Despite knowing it was not a good idea, and how much the withholding sight would hurt him, his intrigue got the best of him and he found his feet leading him to the living room. Veronica was sitting next to Roth on the couch, still in her short navy blue dress from earlier that evening. They had perhaps been streaming a movie earlier, but currently she was trailing the tip of her index finger up along his inner thigh, still covered by his dress pants, and over the expanse of the growing bulge between his legs, while looking at him seductively.

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Chloe sat in the shadows of the courtyard, mindlessly twirling a small white flower. She projected a silent, massive aura—an abyss that no one could fathom. That same night, at the Blue Moon packhouse. Veronica was slumped in bed, an IV drip in her arm. Downstairs, her students were gathered in a pathetic display of loyalty, all of them hoping to suck up enough to secure more resources. Rita wasn't with them; the second Veronica woke up, she'd summoned her and Regina to the bedroom. The moment Rita saw Veronica, her eyes went red. She played the drama to the hilt. "Professor! How did this happen? Who did this to you?"

Nylo preened and he's been visiting Gavin every night since. Vera, who I've always respected for her good sense of judgment, is no better. All it took was for Gavin to offer to get her books. Large tomes on a variety of subjects — philosophy, mathematics, alchemy, supernatural taxonomy, herbology, necromancy, literature. Some of the books are arcane, and if I know anything about the kind of person Gavin is, most definitely illegal. In any case, the damned man has stolen my friend by preying on her nerd weakness.

Rolling. Screams and pain. Then blank. Nothing. Just darkness. Except for the nightmares that came when I slept, which wasn’t very often. I hated the nightmares. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Focus on the good. That was what the therapist said. Focus on the good. I survived. Maybe, just maybe, I could have what I’d been begging for. A baby of my own. My trembling hand hovered over my flat belly. Maybe God would grant me this small mercy and not leave me alone. My period was late. A whole week late.

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