Frivolous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

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.

"Linda, come back quickly! Your dorm has been trashed!" Clutching my pregnancy test report, I hurried from the hospital to my dorm. As I approached the stairwell, a foul odor assaulted my senses. "Dump all the leftovers on her bed. Let's give her a fresh new scent! That shameless tramp! I treated her as my best friend, yet she hooked up with my boyfriend!" Veronica shouted, hands on her hips, standing at the doorway. Then, in the next second, she teared up in front of the camera, playing the victim.

Instead, it felt suffocating. Throughout the meal, I caught Veronica watching me from across the table with subtle disdain. She hadn’t spoken much during the appetizers—just smiled and watched. But I knew her type. They always waited for the right moment to strike. And it came. “So…” she drawled, eyes settling on Amore with that chilling politeness, “you must be the little girl causing all this fuss.” Amore blinked. “Excuse me?” I reached to gently squeeze her hand, but Veronica was already charging forward.

Fountain half-done, roses popping red. Veronica leaned in, voice tinny through the speaker. "Okay, boss lady, your call, dragon or unicorn next? Can't be both. Rules." Angel shook her head wild, shoulders bouncing, that silent laugh again. She grabbed a blue piece, jamming it wrong on purpose. Veronica gasped fake. "Sabotage! Oh, you're evil. Rematch!" Angel clapped, eyes lit like fireworks. Scribbled quick: VERO WIN ALWAYS. Veronica ruffled her hair, soft. "Team win, kid. Always."

There was his teasing snigger again. "You bastard!" Veronica swayed her sword in air and pulled away the rose off her hair. She threw it down and crushed it with her feet. "I will not like anything that touched you. Remember that." She shredded the words with venom. "If you have the guts, come and appear before me and I will finish you within a blink of your eye." There was a heavy breathe heard very close to her and Veronica abhorred the sound of his sniff. He was smelling her like woman are his toys. "Get visible you monster." She shouted with might searching around the room for him with ferocity. "I'm your death either today or tomorrow. It is only a matter of time. Your countdown to the

But I couldn’t even bring myself to care. “How about you go treat that STD instead of talking shit about her crying, Veronica?” Lily’s voice cut through the room, silencing their laughter in one strike. Veronica audibly gasped, her mascara wand freezing mid-air. Buckling her heels, she scoffed while tossing her hair back dramatically. “Pathetic,” she hissed under her breath. The click of her stilettos echoed as she walked out. “The only thing pathetic is that spray tan you’re trying to pull off.” Lily snorted.

"And who is that girl?" Seeing the Dean, Veronica didn't look ashamed; she played the victim. "Dean, I was just about to file a complaint. Lance has lost his mind. He let a nameless rogue into the ICU without any clearance!" The Dean didn't have time for her excuses. He knew Lorenzo was watching. "I am asking you one more time: Why. Aren't. You. In. There?" "The paperwork wasn't finished, and besides..." Veronica turned up her nose, her elitist attitude on full display. "A patient with such a 'common' background doesn't exactly require an expert of my caliber, does it?"

"B*tch! Did you poison me?" "Poisoned? Why would you say that?" Veronica came in with a smile. "You vicious b*tch! How dare you laugh! I'll kill you!" Ornard was almost driven crazy by Veronica's smile. He struggled to get out of the bed to hit her. However, his body was so weak that he couldn't even stand straight after getting out of bed. The butler hurried to hold Ornard. Veronica threw the thermos bottle in his hand to the ground. She clapped her hands and said to the butler, "You an go out first!"

"Don't want to. You're going to shoot the messenger." "Gianna." Francesca urged. The effect was immediate. Veronica's lips turned in disgust at hearing her alias. "Fine." she put her coffee cup none too gently on the table, "You become the moon." "I'm already the moon," Francesca frowned. "No, you become the literal moon. You become this big, fat, white glob in the sky." Veronica answered with a straight face. Francesca's jaw dropped. There was a beat and Veronica guffawed, slapping her thigh with her hand in glee. "I'm joking. Damn, you should've seen your face."

I leaned forwards resting my face on my fists, my interest peaked. Andrew cleared his throat, he glanced around as if the wall might hear, “Veronica’s past… It’s a bit complicated.” “Complicated? How?” “Well, her mother…” “Get to it Andrew.” “She wasn’t just the Luna of her pack. She was much more. Way more.” He said sitting down on the other side of my desk, “She… was a dream hopper.”