Code: Veronica Chris Novels & Stories

But then, he heard a voice from behind him. "Hi, can I help you?" the voice said. Delcan turned around, and there she was. Chantelle was standing there, looking at him with those piercing brown eyes. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was stare at her, frozen in place. "Are you okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. Finally, he found his voice. "I'm fine," he said, his heart racing. "Can I help you?" she asked again. Delcan took a deepbreath and tried to think of something to say. "I was wondering if you might want to go out for coffee with me sometime," he blurted out. Chantelle looked at him, her expression unreadable. Delcan held his breath, waiting for her respo

said Lorensius at last. Jessica smiled sadly. She then nodded slowly. "Before that, I want to confirm something," said Lorensius doubtfully. "What?" "Are you still a virgin?" "Yes!"

And no ordinary voice could sound like that—sad and beautiful, ancient and strange. Serena crouched behind a snow-covered rock, her instincts warning her to stay hidden. She didn’t know who this woman was, but she knew—deep in her bones—that she wasn’t a friend. She wasn’t a wolf, and she wasn’t from the Blood Moon fortress. Which left only one possibility. Valerian’s side. But what was she doing here, alone and unguarded, singing into the river as though the world didn’t exist? Serena’s heart pounded as she watched. There was power in that song. Not strength like Alexandro’s warriors had. Not violence. Something older. More dangerous. This woman didn’t need claws. She didn’t need a sword.

Jaxson murmurs, and the words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop myself. “I know I shouldn’t exist. My mother gave birth when the Gods had taken that ability from her; I shouldn’t be here. My existence is an abnormality my mother wasted her life trying to answer, I know. Valak knew it too. Why do think he…?” I pause, recalling the experiments he’d perform to assuage his curiosity. “Crowe?” Sophia’s brows brush questioningly, moving with elegance towards us, “why have you come?” “A had a vision two days ago after I learned of the Alpha Kings passing,” she reveals, drumming her fingers into the sleek, marble countertop, “of my late friend, Lucinda.”

I tried to let her spill the truth. Veronica: (tearfully) "Okay, Megan... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. Chris just asked me to help him with some things with is work, and I didn't think it was a big deal. He said it was just some extra work, and I wanted to impress him... I didn't know it was wrong." Veronica begged as she fell on her knees. "But still, I will love to know why he gave that to you... let's go!" I ordered her.

Veronica was pacing back and forth in the living room in the mansion. Her heart was racing in her throat. She didn’t like what she’s feeling. It feels like anytime now they were going to discover who she really is and that she only used potions to control the alpha of Bresmont. “Fucking bastards!” She was referring to Chris. She didn’t like how the former Alpha of Bresmont looked at her with suspicion in his eyes. “That old fart knew something.” She was breathing heavily.

She explained further. “Wow…” Veronica muttered awkwardly, as her eyes scanned the room once more. Her eyes got stuck on the art design again and she couldn't get her eyes off it this time. “What does P.V.C.S mean?” She asked, pointing at the art work. Her parents smiled. “It stands for PRINCESS VERONICA CHARLOTTE SILVER. The name you were given on your christening.” Luna Isabella said, and Veronica felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

“We are not alone, mama; we have our family.” She smiles as she nods. “We do, and I love you more.” She's about to speak again when the most annoying person I have ever known enters the room. “The baby godfather is here; everyone step aside!! Move out of my way!” Chris yells as he walks in, like he owns the place. “That baby looks exactly like me,” he says smugly. “You haven't even seen him yet,” Veronica says as she turns and scowls at him. “You are like ten feet away.”

Vincent comes over, “Eva!” I bite my lip, “You heard?” He nods, “I did. I'm not mad. She had it coming.” Eric stood in front of that vampiress. “Get Veronica out of here. She's had too much. To my office, both of you, please,” he said. So the chick who thought I was food is named Veronica. I will remember that. We walked into his office. It is very nice. He pours us a drink. I giggle because it looks like I drive these guys to drink. Eric shakes his head, “It's scotch; we are going to need this!”

I can’t believe a week ago I pledged my undying love to Joshua Hamilton. This week I am back to being Veronica James. Should I feel bad? I don’t know. Should I feel sad? I also don’t know. I have enough wine to take both away. Veronica ~”Morning Brenda.” Brenda ~”Morning Miss James.” Veronica ~”Anything important for today?” Brenda ~”No but have you read your email yet?” Veronica ~”No. Why?”