Novel & Cerita Frivolous Veronica Lancet

Beta Lily said with a frown, her hands folded against her chest. Veronica shrugged and turned to face the mirror once again, staring at her long hair in the mirror. “I don't know. Just for a minor change.” “Minor change? Really?” Beta Lily raised her eyebrows and Veronica smiled again. “Yes ma'am.” She replied, nodding md avoiding Beta Lily’s gaze. Beta Lily soon noticed what was on the countertop. “And what is in that container over there?” She asked, pointing at the plastic container on the countertop. “Oh, that's hair dye.” Veronica answered her, smiling again.

” Veronica ~”Yes. Dylan ~”I am impressed. Maybe you are a far better than I thought you would be. Much more like me. I like the idea of a female version of me. Tell me do you fuck your secretaries too?” Veronica ~”I call them assistants. And yes I do.” Dylan ~”I like you. We got a deal. And Veronica I am still thinking what it is that we can do.” Back in the limo I turn to Tom. Veronica ~”I don't know about you but I need a shower after that, I feel so dirty.”

Aries knitted his eyebrows as she accused him, and he stood up to face her. “I know you are aiming to acquire his hard-earned money, like Cynthia and Alfred Doyle, and you will realize your ambition after marrying Isla!” Veronica looked into his eyes. “Cut the charade!” Her slender finger pointed at his heart. “Your heart is black, and it has no good intentions for me!” “This is getting interesting now!” the signature smirk was on his sexy lips again and Veronica glared at him. She attempted to walk away when he seized her waist, her breast was pressed against his hard chest and Veronica parted her lips.

Let Me Be Your Luna, Alpha? I had frozen while listening to that speech. This woman has surely lost her god damn mind. She has the audacity to stand in front of me making plans for the both of us. As if there was even going to be an ‘us’ to begin with. While most of what she had said sounded like gibberish and out of Session for most of it, something she had said. When a lock is founded on the door, sudden relief washes over me at the realization that I did not have to put up with this nonsense any longer. I already had the answers I needed. it normally did not take long for a person to sleep up and give too much information. I have to say something they were not supposed to pull the act ove

I whisper, “At least I can get pregnant.” Veronica sneers, her foot stomping the floor as she rises in distress. Her chest raising and falling rhythmically, now it's my turn to smile. I have known Veronica the longest and this is the dynamic of our friendship, we get brutal, we get physical but we never leave each other. “Fuck you Angel, I can pregnant if this bitch would let me.” she seethes, her gaze trailing to Cia who laughs in response. “At least I don't go around accusing little girls just so I can sleep with their mate who is so much younger than me.”

Hard enough that Veronica tasted blood, but she smiled anyway. “Yes,” Veronica said quietly. “There she is. The real Luna.” Gasps rippled through the spectators. Vera grabbed her, dragging Veronica into the dirt. “You don’t learn,” she hissed. “No,” Veronica rasped. “I adapt.” The Luna lunged. Veronica rolled fast, slamming her elbow into Vera’s ribs. The crowd roared approval. Here, brawls were entertainment. Death was just… Tuesday. Vera recovered quickly, claws out, eyes black with fury. She pinned Veronica and drove her fist down, once, twice, skull ringing.

“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason: “Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim. “Why should I?” “‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the deed?”

He walked closer, the faint scent of cologne trailing behind him, masculine and crisp. He leaned against the counter, folding his arms. “Funny. It looked a lot like you were pulling her apart for sport.” Veronica’s throat tightened. She had hoped Luca would never see her this feral and unhinged not because she cared for him but because Luca was a pawn, a convenient decoy she planned to use to mask her true obsession with Antonio. She believed that if he thought her vile, if he turned his back on her, it would ruin her little performance of fragility and charm she had so carefully crafted for everyone to see and take pity on.

I want to laugh at the absurdity and cry from the pain all at once. “I am not yours anymore, Jason.” “Then fine. Suit yourself.” He sneers. “Spread your legs wide for whoever wants you—because that’s all you’re good for, whore.” “I’m not taking that bullshit from you, Jason.” My voice rises. “Don’t you ever call me a whore. I’m not one. You took my virginity, remember?” “Virginity?” He lets out a low, mocking laugh. “That doesn’t make you special, Veronica. It just made you easier to use.”

And Bernard's constant eyes on her confirmed her suspicions. Before Veronica could move away the blonde voluntarily stood up taking the glass of wine in her hand. Showing that she wishes to see the city above the building, she collided against Veronica who was in the way, only focusing on the glass.The glass dropped against her uniform and the drink spilled on the white shirt.