Frivolous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

Edward is trying to fight his way out of Hector’s hold the whole time. Gavin pulls the gag out. “You are fucking crazy woman.” Veronica laughs and everyone else in the room laughs loud as well. “You haven’t seen anything yet. That was tame compared to what I have in store for you.” Veronica says with a murderous glare. “Luis. Javier. Do I have your permission to continue?” “Yes, Donna.” “Yes, my love.” “Would you like to have some fun with me too?” Javier and Luis both look at each other with grins on their faces. They both nod and Javier takes his jacket off and throws it off to the side. Veronica steps back and allows them to treat him like a punching bag for a little while.

When they stood in front of the cactus, she paused and turned to him. "It's a pity you're already bethroted to your chosen Luna." Lancelot corked a brow at her, and it seemed to excite her the more, this woman was indeed strange. "But, that shouldn't change anything, because, my daughter here..." She turned back and pulled one of the ladies behind her, to the front. The blue eyed girl peeped at Lancelot, before sending her gaze to the floor. "Veronica would not mind being one of your mistresses. Would you, darling?"

she even added. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” Liam growled loudly. His wolf surfaces and without any inhibition, he throws Veronica to the other side of the room. But that was a wrong move from Liam, because he just gave Veronica the chance to retaliate. “I can see that the effect of the potion was gone and it seems like you have finally realized how much of a fool you are.” Veronica let out an annoying laugh. Right before Liam’s eyes, Veronica’s face change. She finally revealed her true identity.

The flicker of soft candlelight bounced off the ripples in the water that was filled with red flower petals, turning the tub into a molten pool of gold and crimson. Veronica leaned back against Dylan’s bare chest, a smile that was both content and wicked tugged at the corners of her lips. Her delicately manicured fingers danced lazily over the bubbles that lapped against her collarbone. Before they went further behind her, finding their way into Dylan's wet hair. They were currently at her house. “So,” Dylan murmured, his voice low and lazy, “your precious billionaire cleared up the little scandal we cooked up for his sweetheart.” Veronica’s smile tightened, turning bitter. “He did. I was mi

Sandra Lawson. Not Lawson as in the brand. Lawson as in *her*—the girl who’d once braided Veronica’s hair in the dorm bathroom at university, who’d cried with her after her first heartbreak, who’d promised they would be friends forever. The same Sandra who’d stopped answering calls after Veronica’s wedding, after the whispers started, after the misunderstanding neither of them had ever quite explained. Veronica had assumed Sandra simply moved on. Became too busy. Became too successful. Became someone who no longer needed the girl who’d chosen a safe marriage over ambition.

Then she laughed softly, the way she did when she wanted to sound amused but wasn’t. “You’re with her,” Veronica said. “Aren’t you?” I said nothing. “That ghost plaything of yours,” she continued, venom sweetened with curiosity. “The one you hide behind locked doors.” “You have nothing to say,” I replied flatly. Her tone shifted. That was the mistake people made with Veronica. They mistook her sharp tongue for impulsiveness. She was never impulsive. Every word was chosen. Every pause weighed. “It’s good,” she said slowly, “to have your fun now.”

I pour myself another drink. I’m more annoyed than ever at Veronica because she knows that nothing can happen to this girl. She needs to be intact for the bold to sever successfully. Anything that happens to her might affect me directly. Her death at this early stage of the bond could kill me. I don’t know what Lance intended to do, but he paid the price for it. He should’ve known better than to do something so stupid and senseless. Unless he wanted to kill me by killing her. Or maybe all he wanted was to have a taste of something he could never have.

She used to be plucky, but Oliver seemed to tame the fearless in her. Veronica cleared her throat. “Let’s not talk about me and my nonexistent love life. Let’s talk about yours. Are you happy?” I sighed when she shifted the topic to me, meaning she was avoiding the topic from venturing to herself. Maybe she was still unsure of their footing in each other’s lives, and the uncertainty made her clam up. I nodded, and Veronica smiled. Our gazes locked on our reflection in the vanity mirror. The stylist Lucas contracted was busy arranging my hair. When she finished, her assistant took out a simple white dress from a designer’s box. My eyes squinted when I saw the elegant print of Vern’s name on

“Please... even if you can’t get medicine, just some water... I am not asking much...” But Veronica laughed. She stood up, looking at me through the gap with ridicule. “Did I say I would help you if you gave me something? I think it’s good if you die here.” Despair washed over me. “Don’t you want me to help you become Luna?!” “I’m already ahead of the other ladies. With my intelligence and beauty, winning is just a matter of time.” She arrogantly flipped her hair and grinned. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, idiot!”

James just couldn’t believe you were really hurt. "Besides, it was just a makeup trial. How could a dressing room catch fire?" I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know it was a fire in the dressing room?" I had not mentioned that part yet! Veronica’s face went pale immediately. "I-I was just guessing!" I let out a cold laugh as Veronica quickly tried to backtrack. "Even if you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t have to resort to violence." "So, should I hit you instead?"