Code: Veronica Chris Novels & Stories

"Wait here, Alexia!" As she spoke, she got up and ran out. But soon, Veronica came back with a person behind her. It was Chris. Veronica laughed out and clapped her hands before saying, "Well, you lose your bet. Alexia is here. What do you want to ask?" Chris laughed, "Miss Alexia, long time no see." Alexia looked at him. "Long time no see. What of me caught your interest, Mr. Chris?" Chris clicked his tongue and said bluntly, "Nothing. I only want to ask if you would like to be the model of my newly furnished Jewels, I know you off that league now but it means so much for me and Edward. So will you?"

I wonder what that means. “You can’t do that,” she screams in fury, “That’s not fair! Who the hell are you?” “I’m Levi,” my mate replies, “And you’ve threatened not only my friend, but also my wife. From my perspective, I’m being very fair. I haven’t killed you yet. Now, who the hell are you?” “Fine,” she replies, struggling with her cuffs, “I’m Veronica. I’m who you’re looking for. Hope destroyed my life, and I’m going to destroy hers. It won’t be long now.”

Veronica cleared her voice, was about to move past her when Cassandra seized her arm, tugging her towards her, “I don’t treat strangers kindly. We’re going to have to talk for a bit, darling.” Veronica stepped up to her, raising her chin at her, keeping the tremors in her voice in check, “No we don’t. You are playing with fire, Dr. York. Let go of me right now. You have no idea who we are.” She chuckled nonchalantly, taking another step forward, looking down on her, crowding her, “Your achievements might be impressive, Ms. Veronica Chase but to surely you know better than to threaten me like this.”

Security was stationed nearby, out of sight but ready. Veronica appeared minutes later, stepping out of a sleek black coupe, heels clicking against the concrete. She wore no makeup. Her hair was tied back. She looked tired—frayed. “You really want to take him down?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Yes,” Dominic said. “You know he’s gone too far.” Veronica nodded once, reached into her bag, and handed over a slim silver drive. “Everything you’ll need. Access codes. Voice files. And one confession.”

If he is not your boyfriend does that mean I can have him, " Veronica raked her eyes all over Trenton eyeing him like he was a piece of meat she can't wait to have. " I am Veronica, " she purred in a sensual voice reaching her delicate well-manicured hand to him to shake. " Is a pleasure to meet you, " Trenton replied charmingly lifting the small hand to his lips for a peck while his eyes ate her up. Veronica was a stunning short blonde with curves and a rack that drew men's attention and leaving up to his name Trent have not been able to take his eyes off her chest. Evangel scoffed bitterly. Changed my ass.

he replied Vivian nodded,she went to the kitchen,got her bottle of water and went back to her room She went through the net checking out what's trending when she came across something,she immediately sat up on her bed, "No way"she whispered It was a video of Veronica entering the Monti residence with a caption 'Monti's woman,could she finally be the one??'

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

“You’re harassing my guest? Is this how the great Ezekiel Sterling behaves?” Vespera quickly moved behind Jerry, grasping the silk at her throat, looking shaken, her eyes glistening with tears of fear. “Jerry, he... he’s calling me names. He’s acting like he knows me. I’ve never seen this man before tonight!” Jerry turned his head slightly to comfort her. “It’s okay, Vespera. I’ve got you.” Then he faced Ezekiel, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper. “I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.”

I looked around, feeling a pang of anxiety. —What does this mean? —You’ll see. We were guided to a dark room at the back. Inside, there were more armed men and a woman. My eyes widened as I recognized her: Verônica, a bit bruised but with the same challenging expression. —Let’s see what we have here. He stopped in front of her. —Verônica Martins, a great name for a professional killer. She looked at him with disdain. —I heard you’re resilient. Not even hours and hours underwater made you talk.

she said carefully. Veronica nodded quickly, still not looking up. “I didn’t mean for anyone to see,” she said. Silence. Christiana crossed her arms slowly. Because this— This wasn’t what she expected. Not from Veronica. Veronica, who always looked composed. Quiet. Untouchable. “Since when?” Christiana asked. Veronica hesitated. Then quietly— “Sometimes,” she admitted. A pause. “When I can’t… control it.” That word lingered. Control.