Chosen Ones Veronica Roth Book 2 Novels & Stories

She gestured with her hands for what reason she was calling her. Veronica looked tense. She was saying something but Chloe couldn't understand anything because of the loud music. She was torn about where she should go. If she were to be any minute late, she wouldn't be able to catch Coral but Veronica also seemed to be in trouble. She sighed, clicking her tongue, and made her way to Veronica. __ PARADISE OF PLEASURE Layers of sweat trickled down her back and forehead as she stood in front of the hotel. The alcohol in her system was fading and she was realising that she might have made a rash decision.

I think it is time to read it. Joshua ~”Veronica. I can’t say that I am not disappointed. There I thought what we had was special, that I am the only man that you have kissed. That once you got out your system whatever you had to, that you would come back to me. I thought that you actually did love me. We have been in and out each other's lives so much that we probably don’t have the bond that you and Tom have. But there is one thing I do have and that is an unmistakable love for you. I love you more than I think is possible. The moments and time we spent together could possibly have been the best of my life. We both started off using each other but then we started breaking boundaries and ru

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

She raised her head looking at the man she married " It's says just one person" Clever one then she whisper, she never planned to take him with her anyways ahmon just made it better, her plans are getting intact " Permit me to say this but I think I should be the one going " Veronica look at him throwing dagger " and why" " Ahmon is a great man he needs me to match up with him" She gave a heavy laugh " I go while you stay" ........ AHMON pov... I straight my hand taking the robe that was hanged at the door

I brought my forehead down against the unyielding stone. Crack. “One.” Crack. “Two.” I lost count. The world narrowed to the impact, the spreading warmth of blood on my face, the sound of bone meeting rock. By the end, I was moving on instinct alone. “One hundred,” Leon announced, boredom in his voice. I crawled, my vision swimming, to Grey’s side. I looked up at Leon, a growl building in my ruined throat. “Now! Pay them!” “Alright. I’ll go get the silver from my vault.”

Chapter Twenty Seven : My Stepbrother Third Person’s POV Refreshed by both the nourishing meal and a brief nap, Veronica embraced the solitude of her room. The soft glow of her bedside lamp illuminated the pages of the book she had chosen to delve into. Clad in comfort and adorned with her cute glasses, she settled into a cozy reading nook, ready to lose herself in the world of literature.

I didn’t care. “Understood,” Kade replied evenly. We rounded the final corner and the Vanguard Mall site opened up before us. A handful of workers were already on site, setting up. Morning sunlight poured through the massive glass dome, spilling warm gold across the polished concrete floor. Veronica walked toward us, a folder tucked under one arm. Her hair was pulled into a sleek high ponytail that swayed with every step. The deep burgundy dress hugged her figure just enough to make my pulse kick. She looked at me intensely. She looked all professional, composed—and dangerously alluring. I felt myself twitch, half-hard before she even reached us.

He roared, holding the bloodied meat aloft as her mouth fell open, her jaw trembling, eyes wide with stunned disbelief. She tried to scream. No sound came. The Lycan’s claws slashed and burned through her again and again. Fire seared without mercy, each strike measured, deliberate. Malik knew it could have ended in a heartbeat. The Lycan chose otherwise. He wanted her to understand. He wanted her final moments branded with the truth: she had never been chosen. Never been worthy. When it was over, Veronica collapsed to the stone, lifeless. The afternoon swallowed its breath. Malik lay frozen, heart hammering, silver still burning through his knee. Slowly, the Lycan turned.

Veronica was a hunter of the dark; she fed on the sound of breathing. Veronica's voice was getting closer, her words dripping with malice as she taunted me. “You should have stayed in the light,” she sneered, the sound of her wet, hacking laugh sending shivers down my spine. 'You thought you were a queen, didn't you?' Veronica's tone was laced with venom. 'But you're just a rat in a fancy dress, and now the rat-catcher has come for you.'”

Vero was at a loss for words and could only see the books that were thrown out of the plastic bag and fell scattered on the floor. A book slid quite far and stopped right at Vincent’s feet. He bent down and picked it up, then pressed it to his chest. “You want it?” he asked, moving the book around as if he were offering a toy to a child. His sinister grin perched on his lips. “Come and get it.” “No. You can have it!” Vero replied, shaking her head. Goosebumps all over her body because of him. He’s even more terrifying than Conner. “You can have them all!” Her screams were mixed with tremors of fear.