Morally Ambiguous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

Cliffton said, causing Veronica's anger to turn into confusion. "Damn, what exactly happened to me?" asked Veronica. She didn't understand what happened to her. Me why? [] ***

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.”

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.'"

Albert screams but his screams die down when she snaps his neck. I glance at Lambert. He gives me a wild look before shifting himself and running straight for the window. He runs through it, breaking the glass, and then he begins howling louder than I’ve ever heard any wolf howl before. Veronica and I are alone in the room. Oddly enough, although I’ve just seen her kill a man who was our best friend for years, I don’t fear her. My hatred has only increased. “You’ve lost your mind, Veronica,” I tell her. “You don’t deserve to live.”

“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.

“Defamation is still a crime.” “Oh, I’m not accusing anyone,” Veronica replied, smiling with saccharine sweetness. “I’m simply observing that if OmniCorp were to learn that one of their merger partners had engaged in questionable disbursements to cover up… let’s say… an inappropriate relationship resulting in a child? Well, that could make things very messy.” Bella’s hands went cold. Her past, the truth of Lila’s conception was being weaponized. Veronica knew about George’s payoff to Martha. About the silence he bought with money.