Heathers Veronica Musical Novels & Stories

Always watching, never missing a move. Later, the Luna noticed too. Vera moved through the corridors like a viper, beautiful and dangerous, her half-healed face stitched and shining. Her voice dripped with venom every time Veronica entered the room. “Whore,” she said one morning loud enough for all to hear. Veronica smiled sweetly. “You sound threatened.” The Luna’s eyes burned. “You don’t belong here.” “Maybe not,” Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.”

She wants to let me in. “I was tryi—” “This song is for my baby, Cade!” The voice booms through the speakers, tearing through the tension like a gunshot. It’s sultry and instantly recognizable. Harper freezes. I freeze. In the center of the ballroom, illuminated by a harsh white spotlight, Bella Vercetti stands holding a cordless microphone. She’s wearing a shimmering, tattered white gown that looks like it was intentionally shredded, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. She’s wearing the diamond bracelet I…or my mother, rather…bought her.

No emotion can be read in his face, but he cannot hide the tear that slipped away from his eyes. Queen Helia, and her husband King Aiden sobbed silently. Looking at their daughter's resting face. Neo clenched his fist as he was trying hard not to cry. "The Heatherians' queen, our queen, has fallen. Let's all salute for her bravery and heroism. Rest in Peace our Queen." Ms. Anthea said before putting her right palm on the top of her head, then on her left chest. The others also did the same, before bowing.

Veronica said, deliberately seizing the opportunity. Since Beatrice was in a hurry, she agreed. Veronica secretly smiled devilishly and as she stood up, she looked at the reporter she had paid. She signaled the paparazzi with both eyebrows raised at the same time to carry out their plan to take a picture of her with Beatrice going up on stage and her greetings to Mr. Ethan and a good angle with Calix. Mrs. Beatrice went up on stage followed by Veronica. Annoyance gripped Calix the moment he spotted Veronica making her way towards him.

The only one who had seen me dance before was Caleb and the bastard told me after that that I danced like a chicken. This was one of my greatest fears, and Veronica knew it; she was intentionally using it against me. Slow, sensual music started playing, which was replaced by fast pop music. I don’t know how well I danced, but everyone, including my devilish best friend, was thrilled when the music ended. They said the opposite of what Caleb said. “Whoa, whoa, you danced so well!” Veronica marveled as ovations filled the room. “You think so?” I breathed out as she drew me back to the seat.

one voice whispered. Natalie leaned back, her eyes scanning the crowd. She spotted Veronica Prescott glaring from across the room, her smile tight, brittle. Veronica approached during the intermission. “Natalie,” she said smoothly. “What an impressive performance.” “I wasn’t performing,” Natalie said without looking at her. Veronica smirked. “It won’t last. This city’s attention span is shorter than a firefly’s.” “Then I’ll make sure to burn brighter,” Natalie replied.

She then collapsed to the ground instantly. Ornard got up and walked to Veronica, who was lying on the ground. He stepped on her hand and crushed it hard. Veronica screamed in pain once again. Ornard then laughed and said, "Music to my ears! I love it! Veronica, have I ever told you that I love it when you scream?" Veronica knew that Ornard wouldn't let her go, so she shouted angrily, "You f*cking jerk! You're gonna rot in hell!" "Well, that's still an unknown mystery, but as for you... you're gonna go to hell first.

Carlson's gaze lowered down to my stomach. “Let me grab us some snacks and drinks” I nodded in approval while he walked away. Suddenly there is a bright light at the stage. Veronica and her squad walked out on the stage wearing the same big rim glass with a creamy cardigan. She’s dressed exactly as me, my voice plays on a loud speaker confessing to Jamie how I felt about him. Veronica demonstrates. Everyone laughs so hard as she chorus with her squad. “Needy virgin..needy virgin” My gaze lowered to the floor as tears flowed like a river. I wish to get out of here but I couldn’t make a move. Too scared, too wounded, too broken to even make a move.

“This looks like the orgy part of the party.” “Jealous?” Simon plopped down next to us. Peggy narrowed her eyes and held her head high. “I am NOT jealous. I’ll be waiting for my mate.” Whipping her head around, she stomped back to the dance floor. “She is so jealous.” Heather muttered as she grabbed some food from my plate. “Agreed.” Opening the bourbon bottle, I needed a refill. “Come on. Let’s go dance!” Veronica got up and pulled Grim to the dance floor.

“Why can’t Matthias be the one dancing the female part? As expected, you’re a bottom!” Matthias and Evan were speechless at the same time. Heather had changed so much recently that they couldn’t accept it for a moment; it was as though she had changed into a different person. “You still remember what you’ve promised me, don’t you, Matty?” Heather suddenly addressed Matthias affectionately. Upon hearing this, Matthias tensed up deep down inside; he had no idea what mischief Heather was up to again. “Well…” He was in a quandary. He had reluctantly agreed to dance in Evan’s place, but he didn’t expect that Heather was still unwilling to let him off.