Morally Ambiguous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

Damian asked, his voice sharp and defensive as he turned to face her. Veronica stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, though her eyes flickered with something,jealousy, perhaps? Hatred? “We need to talk,” she said, stepping into the room, her gaze shifting from Damian to the unconscious Aurora lying on his bed. Damian clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as Veronica moved closer. “There’s nothing to talk about.” “Oh, I think there is,” Veronica said, her voice low and dangerous. “You’re getting involved in things you shouldn’t. Aurora isn’t who you think she is.”

"The point is that Ambelyn is being vindictive. She's trying to erase any connection between me and that boy out of spite." "Is she? Or is she just protecting her son?" Veronica's tone was mild, but there was an edge to it. "You did give his heart transplant to Lucas, after all. I can see why she might not want you involved in his life anymore." I glared at her. "Lucas is my biological son. He takes priority. That's how family works." "Lucas wasn't dying," Veronica said quietly. "He had a congenital condition that could have been managed with medication for years. Iniko needed that heart immediately."

Lucas asked, and she soon snapped out of the thoughts she had gotten herself lost in. “What? No, I…” “Your food. Everyone else is already halfway done with theirs, including the kids, and you haven’t touched yours at all. What are you thinking about?” “Oh, it’s nothing! I just haven’t really had an appetite, that’s all.” Lucas raised his brow before turning to face me. Ever since I presented the recording of our conversation, which revealed Veronica’s intentions towards me to Lucas and Simon, it had started sowing a seed of doubt in their minds about her, which pleased me. After all, for someone to actually go ahead with a plan as vile as giving me some strange substance to defame me under t

“Say, which side of you should I believe?” Veronica was very angry. “We should conduct ourselves with conscience, Young Master Matthew. Your grandma’s the one who drugged you, and you forced yourself on me. I’m the victim here, so why should I bear the consequences?” Matthew found his interest aroused by Veronica’s kaleidoscopic change of emotions. She acted all pitiful just a moment ago; now, kneeling on the ground, she looked extremely furious. “Because I’m rich and thus can defy the law, that’s why,” he replied, using her words against her.

A sedative tremor sat in his limbs, the body’s last protest before it surrendered to whatever Lucian had put in him. People watched. People saw. And people said nothing. That was what Veronica liked best about places like this. When fear and self-preservation hung in the air, truth could scream and still go unheard. She slid into the chair opposite Lucian, folding her hands lightly as if she’d come for a casual drink. “You’re making friends,” she said, eyes flicking to the hunter on the floor. Lucian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “He fainted.” Veronica gave him a look that suggested she wasn’t an idiot, then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “If he ‘fainted’ any harder, he’ll wake

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

“Why would you kill Aunt Nancy? Why would you hurt Veronica and Ursula? Why?” “Oh, Veronica wasn’t hurt,” Lena said dismissively. “She only pretended.” Veronica’s lips curled. “I drank the Oil of Black Henbane,” she confessed. “It slowed my pulse and mimicked neural shutdown. A perfect, convincing coma.” Rowan felt the world tilt. “And Ursula?” he whispered. “We intended to kill Ursula,” Veronica replied without flinching. “She wasn’t supposed to survive. I don’t know how she did. The strike was swift. She shouldn’t even remember the shadow that touched her.”

I needed an answer for that. Everything was getting complicated. What if Veronica wasn't Veronica's daughter?

He placed his hand against the door behind her and leaned closer to her. "I just heard that Bernard Anworth crossed his boundaries with you" as much his voice was confident, it drained out her energy all at once and she just wanted to sink herself deep down in water. She lifted her head up, her lashes up and eyes wide open. What am I suppose to answer? She asked herself mentally when she found herself in a tight spot. "Iiii...III" She couldn't form words any further. "Say it Miss Veronica! I want to hear where I crossed my boundaries and did something unethical" he was pressurizing her and she was letting him do so because she was one of a coward and lost her voice somewhere.

“Poor thing. She actually thought she could go up against me. Now she’s lost her ballerina career and her husband to me.” For years, I had thought that maybe if I were still the beautiful ballerina Caleb once loved, none of this would have happened. But now it dawned on me he had never loved me from the start. “Because you deserve everything good, not some riffraff your parents found in a drug house.” I couldn’t listen anymore. I turned to leave, but I ran into Avery instead. “Veronica, what are you doing here?” she asked with distaste as she crossed her arms.