Books Veronica Mars Novels & Stories

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.

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.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

******* Thank you for reading A Vergara Wedding: The Young Billionaires #1 if you like this book, please leave a review and recommend it to your friends. For more updates hang out with me on Twitter: @maricruzr99 or like my f******k page: authormaricruzrosales Https//www.a****n.com/author/maricruzrosales

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

It was like the documentation of a person's findings on my species. I shook my head and closed the book, wondering why there would be a book like that in a werewolf's cabin, one who hated vampires at that. But then my eyes caught the spine of another book, and another, and another, and then I realized that every book on that shelf was about vampires. I looked back and saw that Marcello was still distracted with Veronica, so I picked up another book. This time, it had me sucking in a sharp breath when I opened it and my eyes widening at the diagrams that I saw.

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 room fell into a hushed silence as Veronica's voice cut through the air, drawing all eyes to her. She rose gracefully from her seat, her gaze steady and determined. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of hope and fear intertwining within me. What would she reveal? Was she about to announce Lucas as her mate? "I have an announcement to make," Veronica began, her voice steady but laced with emotion. "Today, I have made a decision that will shape the future of our pack."

Wendy wanted to voice out that question but stopped herself; thus, she responded, "She is in there.“ “What?“ Painick washed over Zach's face already. “How the hell did the fire start? My Venessa?“ He called, pounding on the door with his fists. “My Venessa?“ Wendy's hurt stung. If Venessa was his, then who was she? She swallowed up her pain, preparing to answer his question, but a trembling, tiny voice responded from inside. "Zach, Luna Wendy couldn't stand the fact that you take me on vacations and not her, so she tricked me in here and set the room on fire. Please help me; I don't want to die.“ She even called her Luna to pretend that she respected her as her leader! Wendy gasped in shock.