Chosen Ones Veronica Roth Book 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the choice she hasn't made yet. End of Chapter 129

“Go. Do it swiftly. No mistakes. No mercy.” They nodded willingly, their heads dipping rhythmically like shadows obeying my control. Then they vanished into the night like wraiths, silent and deliberate in their motions. I trailed behind, a silent witness. I wanted to watch it, to feel it, to know it was over. I trailed a few steps behind, heart racing, treading lightly on the damp forest floor. Each step took me towards her, towards the end of this chapter. Olivia didn’t see what was coming. She must have believed herself safe, holed up in that little, nothing cottage. The thought made my lip curl. She had been a pawn all along, no more, and pawns did not get happy endings.

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?"

Jared echoed, “Aurora is right. So what do you say, Glen? Do you prefer to be executed tomorrow? Or enjoy some quality time with her while correcting your own mistake?” Glen looked hesitated. Then he turned to look at Veronica. “I love you, Veronica, no matter what,” he said in a low voice. “This is your decision to make.” Veronica cried in silence. Shakily, she planted a kiss on Glen’s lips. Then she turned to face the crowd and made a hand gesture, asking for something to write with. “Get her a piece of paper and pen!” Aurora cried. A soldier rushed over and handed Veronica a pad and a pen.

“I can’t take no for an answer, “Veronica said as she was fully transformed into her new monstrous form. Terrified of her ex-girlfriends’ transformation, June ran as far as she could hoping to reach the exit of the library. But Veronica pulled out a school locker out of the wall with her tail and threw it towards the exit, keeping June trapped within the library. “You will be mine,” Veronica said in her monstrous voice. “Whoa and I thought guys were pushy,” June said as she gestured her fingers to defend herself. In the blink of an eye, June released a barrage of fire to engulf as she ran to escape her wrath. “You will be mine.” Veronica said as she slithered toward June. She constricted he

And none of them had defended her. Veronica’s smile widened slightly, sensing she had the advantage. “You should think carefully, Percy,” she said. “Men like you eventually come to their senses. When the novelty fades, you will abandon her too.” Her gaze shifted toward Rue. “Just like Aiden did.” I felt the heat rush into my chest before I even realized I was moving. My chair scraped sharply against the floor as I stood, the sound echoing through the restaurant. Veronica blinked in surprise. “Enough.”

He assured her, cuddling her close to him. She thanked the stars that she had run into Rhys that day, or she would have been crushed by the weight of this burden before her. Hesitantly, she opened the door to the house, in half hopes and expecting nothing. Veronica sat in the sitting room, reading a book absentmindedly. One will easily know that her eyes were on the book, but not her mind. Her eyes darted around the pages, nothing sinking into her head. When she heard the creaking of the door, she looked up, her eyes lighting up when she spotted Sophie and her partner.

Veronica was the first one. Rosa choked as Veronica’s hand tightened around her neck, she almost couldn't breathe. Veronica’s eyes turned pitch-black and she continued to growl at the poor lady. She’s not going to take any chances. Whether this lady has heard her or not, she will kill her. No one should know her plans. Just as Veronica decided to finish Rosa off, one strong arm gripped her arm, the one that’s holding Rosa, and yanked it to the other side. Her hold to the old maid was released.

“Is it not?” My hands curled at my sides. Adrian glanced at me, then at the screen, then back to me, trying to work out which part of my face he should be reading. Even now, in this nightmare, he was trying to think three moves ahead while also trying not to let me fall apart. It would have been infuriating if it had not been one of the things keeping me upright. “It is not a choice,” I said. Veronica’s smile widened a fraction. “Everything is a choice.”

I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols. As I opened the book, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, extinguishing the candle by my bedside. The darkness enveloped me, but I wasn't alone. Whispers echoed around me, growing louder and more urgent. I strained my ears to catch the words, desperately trying to make sense of them. "Veronica, you hold the key," the voice murmured, as if carried by the wind itself. "The truth lies within you." Intrigued and unnerved, I clutched the book tightly in my hands and began to read its faded words. The first sentence was Veronica, you hold the key. The voice was