Reggie Veronica Novels & Stories

Veronica was sitting next to her, her neck craning, checking to see if Lucas had arrived. When it was already almost time for the program to start and still no sign of the Ingram family, Veronica was about to excuse herself when her father came in with Hugh Ingram, Emma, Dwayne and Morris. Veronica was getting anxious, when finally she also saw Lucas. Only then she sighed in relief and her face shone brightly."Hello Uncle Hugh, Aunt Emma. Dwayne, Morris….Lucas… How are you?" Veronica greeted, her gaze locked on Lucas. "Happy birthday, Mrs. Turner." Hugh greeted the old lady.

"Her surgery will be held soon. But Veronica has been acting weird." "Weird?" I asked, pausing mid-hanger, my fingers tightening around the fabric. "Yes. She is talking randomly to herself. Whispering like someone is answering her back. Saying she has been in another person’s body. She wants to return to that body. Who is this Yvonne Rogers, Taylor? She is seriously obsessed with her." I froze for a fraction of a second. My hand slipped slightly from the hanger before I caught it. A cold line crept down my spine.

He knew exactly what the next step was. **************** Later that night, Veronica was sitting on the couch, devouring an entire bag of Doritos while watching Jeopardy. She felt she could officially say she had the strangest life in the world. One minute she was living with her parents in a shitty apartment working overtime, the next she was under ball and chain of a mob boss. One second she's in Bali, the next she's cleaning brains out of her hair. And now she was in her pajamas watching a game show.

' At the mention, Pink wondered what Veronica was up to. "Excuse me?" Pink simply asks. "What is it about me you want to tell him?" Pink couldn't help but ask. "I'm thinking I should just forget it, since you are still a novice" Veronica said to Pink. She turned back to Reagan. "And speaking about novice. I bet she is not up to your standard yet, let me do it, let me be at your service, I'm willing. Not for the money tho, I can even do it free as long as you allow it" Veronica says taking her hand slowly towards Reagan's hand on the table.

It's a little husky and it's like it's tickling my spine. "H-Hello?" "Yes. What's the matter and what's your name, please?" I swallowed and slowly took a deep breath. "V-Veronica Sterling. I'm the one you saw in the garbage dump earlier." I closed my eyes. I'm at a loss for words to say to him when our conversation goes on for a long duration. I'm nervous and I don't know if I'm going to pee or what. "The beggar—" "I-I am not. Maybe, I need help but I'm not a beggar."

They traded a look, their eyes filled with a level of absurdity that was hard to put into words. "What is this woman thinking?" "Alpha Lorenzo... falling for her?" Veronica didn't want to stand there looking like a circus clown any longer. "Make a decision! Whoever's coming, get a move on!" If she didn't need that Heaven-Heart Grass so badly, she swore she'd never have brought these two embarrassments out in public. "I'll go," Rita said, following Veronica inside with a look of practiced grievance. Regina waved a lingering goodbye. "Go get 'em, baby!"

again. ***** Veronica// I can do it!! I'm a great actress!! I got this! Just keep your focus on the goal Veronica!! I keep telling that myself the whole flight and the whole time I wait at the airport. I am shaking but not from the cold but the pain I feel in my heart. I feel disgusting, used and dirty. How do people live with something like that? How do they move on , make a family and live .. I don't want to live.. I lost everything in a matter of some months because of power hungry men, and I will be doomed if I don't make them pay!!

I didn't die, so I need to stop blubbering like a ninny and start paying attention to the most amazing thing to happen to me ever. "Greetings, Penny. My name is Reg'iantros Vel Veratu, but you may call me Reg," he said with a brilliantly white smile. She was relieved to see his shiny choppers didn't include razor-sharp points or extended canines. Fingers crossed, this means he didn't snatch me for dinner.

"I prefer standing, Artie. What's on your mind?" "It’s Mr Pendelton," he corrected sharply, adjusting his glasses. He tapped a thick manila folder on his desk. "I have a serious problem here, Veronica. Yesterday, you were hired on the spot. No background check. No reference verification. No I-9 documentation. I don't even have a record of your last name." "Does it matter?" I asked, tilting my head, a slow smile spreading across my lips. "The partners know everything they need to know about me."

I noticed he focused mostly on the beef caldereta, savoring it slowly. “Veronica, do you have a business here too?” Mom asked. I looked at Veronica, observing her closely. “No, I’m just here on vacation,” she said, smiling. Veronica was stunning. Probably in her thirties, flawless skin, smooth and fair. Her makeup was bold but elegant, enhancing her features rather than covering them. She carried herself confidently, every movement graceful. I was about to take more caldereta when Ninong gently moved my hand away and placed a plate of vegetables in front of me.