Morally Ambiguous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

Her daughter's face— Had turned pale. Distorted. As if she had just swallowed something foul. Veronica leaned slightly closer and whispered under her breath, "Danica… why do you look like that?" Her tone carried irritation. "Aren't these your people?" Danica swallowed. Her throat dry. Her voice barely came out. "Mom…" "…wrong people." Veronica's expression changed. For the first time— A crack appeared in her confidence. And the situation— Had just become— Unpredictable.

“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.

Veronica, the real one, was shaking in pure anger as she listened to what the dark witch was saying. She can’t bear to imagine that Liam had sex with this ugly fart. She just stole her identity, her very own beautiful face and body just so she could go to Bresmont and replace her. “Do you want to hear the details, my dear foolish Veronica?” The dark witch’s voice was lace with mockery. Her face was telling her how stupid she was to trust someone like her.

Ezra slams into Veronica's tight pussy, pounding into her virgin hole, taking her as his. Ezra looks back at me, and waves me to come closer. I come to the edge of the bed and watch as Ezra pounds into Veronica harder. "You want to suck his cock, don't you my little slut?" Ezra asks Veronica. Veronica lights up when she sees me. "Ummm yes. I want to suck Roman's cock. Please let me suck his cock," Veronica begs. Ezra pulls out of Veronica. "On your knees and face the edge of the bed," Ezra instructs Veronica. Veronica gets on her knees, with her ass in the air. She is facing the edge of the bed.

Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused. Familiar. Haley lifted her head, teeth clenched. “You’re dead.” Veronica stepped into the torchlight, pristine as ever. No blood. No sweat. Her silver eyes glittered. “Not yet,” Veronica said. “And not before you watch.” Rage flared hot and reckless. “If you touched my children—” Veronica laughed softly. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. They weren’t the prize.” She tilted her head. “You were.”

He was overconfident in himself and underestimated Amber and thus was caught off guard by her. He still didn't know that he got played by his own sister and was struggling with his emotions. While the other person to whom Aunt Lucy sent the pictures was looking at the phone screen with eyes filled with tears. There were a lot of emotions in those tears; fear, happiness, sadness, love and longing. In the morning, Veronica woke up. She sat up and stretched her body, not knowing that someone was watching her every move. She yawned and stretched one more time pushing her chest out.

NICO The whiskey glass shattered before I even realized I’d thrown it. Amber splashed up the wall, streaking down the wallpaper like blood. The TV kept talking anyway—smug anchors in crisp suits, repeating my family’s name like it was dirt under their nails. Veronica Mancini… implicated in fertility tampering… medical fraud… signatures authenticated. My mother’s face stared back at me from the news chyron, pearls around her throat like a noose. She looked composed in the photo they used—stiff-backed, perfect smile. But the words crawling beneath her image gutted everything she’d spent a lifetime polishing.

Amanda quivered and her shoulders shook violently due to the degree of betrayal she felt. “What?” Lucien was genuinely surprised. “Veronica is dead?” He felt his neck start to tighten and some very vague memories appeared and started to give him headaches. “Arghhhh!” He yelled, scaring the shit out of Amanda. “Are you fine? Her eyes widened darting back and front, her brows creased in confusion. Is it what I said” She questioned slowly. “No!” He quickly said, he didn't want her to worry. Actually he didn't want her to know he had a certain condition where he loses control. Whatever she had said made him have some funny memories, running to the surface of his thoughts.

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.

Veronica regarded him wordlessly and whispered, "Don't be so shameless." She could not face that the man about to murder her was now berating her as if it were her fault. His absurdity nearly revived her intellect and caused her to question her memories. "Shameless?" Jaxon was somewhat agitated, glaring at her angrily and stomping violently on the bed. If it weren't for the quality of the Knight's bed, she would have been rattled enough to fall out of bed. Veronica yielded to his insults and lacked the strength to argue, so she leaned on the head of the bed and remained mute, her eyes dropping.