Novel & Cerita Morally Ambiguous Veronica Lancet

Do you really have to offer yourself up? Aurora didn’t hesitate before slapping me again. "Rowan Vance, do you want to ruin Kieran’s future? He finally managed to pass the bar exam, and you’re telling him to go hire a prostitute?" Hearing this, Kieran’s eyes immediately reddened, and he began crying pitifully. "Rowan, I know you’re jealous of me. "But you stay at home all day doing nothing while Aurora supports the company on her own. Now that I can finally help her, you want to destroy me. Are you even a man?"

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.”

She grinned. Veronica was confused for a while but when the realization dawned on her, she gasped. “No! No, no, no! I can't do that, I can't kill her.” “Why?” “Because I'm not a murderer,” Veronica was already shaking, her heart drumming against her chest. “Please, do it yourself, you also want to get rid of her.” “If you don't do it,” Mrs Janice's gaze turned deadly, her eyes cold. “Then I'll kill her, and kill you too because you already know way too much about me than you should.” She sipped from the glass of water again.

“She likes Ezekiel.” “So why does it bother you so much?” Veronica picked up the bottle, leaning back into her seat with her long legs crossed over each other. “Aren’t you guys just fuck buddies?” Luke stilled, whipping his head to Veronica. “How did you..” Veronica shrugged her shoulders, “It was painfully obvious dude.” Luke sighed as he tipped his head to the ceiling, wondering just what he had got himself into. Veronica regarded him in silence, twirling her hair around her fingers.“You are hopeless.” she sighed, “But I can help you.”

And by morning, that image will be on every news site, every social media platform. And everyone will be talking about my public humiliation. About how Veronica would make a far better Luna than I ever could. About the star-crossed lovers. Veronica the Illustrious. Veronica the Perfect. Iris the Worthless. “You’re sure it was poison?” Arthur asks the doctor, his voice breaking through my spiraling thoughts.

Gabriel already had his hand resting on the handle of his axe. "What is the meaning of this, Lady Veronica?" Lucien demanded, his silver eyes narrowing into a cold, royal glare. "This is a military camp. You have no right to enter with armed men." Lady Veronica let out a sharp, mocking laugh. She did not look at Lucien. Instead, her cold eyes landed directly on me. "I do not need your permission, Lycan prince," Veronica said, her voice dripping with poison. "I came here to speak to this foolish girl. The one you call your 'Battle Luna.'"

“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!”

It was integrating Cross Tech’s security. Veronica’s eyes glittered with triumph. “You made me irrelevant, Adrian. Now I’ll make you obsolete.” He took one step closer. “You think you’ve won because you infected my system?” “I don’t need to win,” she said sweetly, “I just need you to lose.” Luna leaned forward, fury breaking through her fear. “You’ll never bury him. Or me.” “Oh, I already did,” Veronica said softly. “You just haven’t stopped breathing yet.”

The tears again began to fall as she thought of the poor child she had raised in secret. This man had used her to get to her sister then claimed he was helping end the war by causing a bigger conflict. He played everyone even her sister who ended up killing herself over the betrayal. Veronica moved away from the bed wincing at the pain as she moved to grab the syringe. She had refused to do this but couldn't imagine letting this man live. Veronica's movements were slow but precise and she knew exactly what needed to be done. Knowing the pain she feels now is nothing compared to what she will feel later only makes her movements slow almost to a total stand still.

I watched his hands curl into fists. “ I think that She wanted to divide us,” he said. “Me and Ryan. But why?” A cold shiver moved down my spine. “You think she’d go that far?” “You don’t know what she’s capable of, Amelia.” The door creaked open just then, and we both turned. Veronica stepped inside, heels clicking against the linoleum, her hair perfect, her red lipstick a slash of color against the stark hospital light. Her eyes moved to me first—lingering on the IV in my hand, the monitor beside my bed, and then lower.