Frivolous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

“Do you take me for a fool? To sit in a cell while you live happily with everything that was meant to be mine? I’d rather die a hundred times than let you win!” Before anyone could react, she moved with shocking speed. She snatched a heavy cut‑crystal vase from the side table and hurled it straight at Bonanza’s chest. “Take this!” It shattered inches from him, spraying sharp fragments across the floor and wall. The sudden crash made everyone flinch, just for one critical second. “Stop her!” Draven roared. Veronica didn’t waste the advantage. She sprinted across the room, kicked the service door fully open, and raced down the dimly lit concrete corridor in her expensive heels, fueled by pure

Standing close enough to make her shift uncomfortably, I tilted my head and let my eyes sweep her from head to toe. “Those earrings? Cheap knock-offs. That purse you’re clutching like it’s priceless? A counterfeit. And that dress you’re flaunting? Thrift store special, not designer.” Color drained from her face, replaced with a flush of embarrassment. A man in suits near the end of the table stood abruptly. I recognised him, Luke. He calls himself Veronica's friend but he's more like her lap dog. “Enough. That bitch shouldn’t even be here, throwing insults at Veronica. She’s just a nobody.”

Veronica told her. Lily couldn’t resist the small smile appearing on her lips. “Well, first Veronica I’m going to check you out,” Lily started, and she nodded. “If you’re lying, I will probably kill you,” she said, intending to scare the vampire. “When I confirm that you’re with the Aequivalere, then you have yourself a little lab rat,” Lily told her, and Veronica smiled.

Her words stumbled out, but her eyes darted to Marco, begging for help. Marco's face was just as grim, but he had to save the play. He stepped in, his tone feigning reproach but shielding her. "Veronica, this is on you. You kept saying Irene's name while you were miscarrying. I thought you were blaming her, but you were really just calling out for her to be there with you, weren't you?"

she said shakily. My eyes narrowed. “What nonsense is that?” “This is wolfsbane poison,” she said while holding up the bottle. “And I’m going to drink it.” Vanessa immediately rushed toward her. “Veronica, stop!” But Veronica stepped back quickly. “No!” she cried. “Stay away from me!” I rolled my eyes in frustration. “Oh stop being dramatic.” “I’m serious!” Veronica screamed. Her hands trembled violently around the bottle. “I can’t do this anymore,” she sobbed. “Everyone hates us. Everyone talks bad about us.”

She has no way of knowing how his gaze sweeps over the view, how it snags on me, topless and dirty, and how it narrows then on her. She continues to smirk at me, smug and overconfident, thinking she’s having her way. Everyone else sees though. Silence falls upon the crowd. Veronica, thinking her the champion in some great play, demands again, “Someone bring me a whip. How many lashes does this earn? Should we go by applause?” “What,” Caleb says sharply, “do you think you are doing?” Veronica’s face pales and she spins around. “M-my King!” Veronica lowers her head in reverence.

VICTOR "When did you get to know Eliot Crane?" I asked the question the moment she picked up, my voice steady but sharp with genuine curiosity. The campus forums were in an absolute uproar over her wager with Arianna, with everyone painting her as a delusional, arrogant girl from the countryside who was daydreaming her way into a humiliating defeat. But I knew better. Veronica didn't gamble on things she was uncertain about. She was a calculated risk-taker, moving pieces on a board only she could see.

And I’m waiting patiently for Lachlan to break. “Now, for my final act.” Veronica snarls, “I’ll be leaving you with a tiny scar. Just to remind you in future not to be a bitch with daddy issues.” Veronica retrieves a pen knife strapped to her thigh and I hear a tiny growl slip from Lachlan’s lips. This should be fun. She has the tip of the blade pressed to Claire’s face, ready to make the cut when Lachlan finally steps forward. I guess we didn’t have to wait that long.

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

Lena looked away from the piercing eyes of the stranger that seemed to had land on her again for like the hundredth time tonight. Smiling to herself, she slid her hand up her face, past her temple and into her hair. "You want another shot?" Veronica, the one and only last standing best friend of Lena asked in a low tone. "Yeah." "Two more please" Vero said to the bartender. They'd come to the pub for a refreshment after a long and tiring day of work and more importantly, because Lena just got promoted at her at her job. But coming to the bar was more of just to get out of the house and drink.