Reggie Veronica Novels & Stories

Big Boss: I want to give your father a gift. The best gift would be what's on your mind. Lily/Veronica: Best gift it is. Veronica knows the key points in her messages. It's right. Veronica is one of her aces and Catastrophe. Her aces were her best agents. Her aces was her only way—to torture her mortal enemy. And that would be Francisco, Janine and their men who torture her mother.

Tiffany caught another look at her swollen and bruised hand as she said regretfully, “Ronnie, I’m sorry. I was too emotional earlier.” “It’s ok, there’s no need to apologize. I promised your mom that I would take good care of you, so I’m not going to break my promise. I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for your mom,” replied Veronica as she looked at Tiffany with eyes full of affection. All those years ago, Veronica was only 20 years old, newly entering the job market as an agent. She was bullied. On one occasion, she was dragged into an alley by some people and beaten close to death before being thrown down into a drain.

Veronica said. “Nobody wants to fuck your ugly ass anyway, Spill,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of here, both of you.” Spill reluctantly climbed onto his bike, and the two of them headed back toward the clubhouse. “Come on,” I said to Veronica. “Let’s get inside.” “Tell me what’s going on first,” she said. “Inside.” I moved into the house, went to the refrigerator, and grabbed a beer. She sat down at the kitchen table. “I’m getting sick of these games, Jaguar,” she said.

Veronica snapped sharply at him. But he ignored her and went on taunting her softly. “What exactly are you trying to do, Ronnie? Compete with Vicky? You can’t. You don’t have the right type of... assets.” Furious with him, and with herself because his taunting remarks weren’t just making her angry, they were hurting her badly as well, Veronica exploded into angry self-defense. “If by ‘the right type of assets’ you mean I don’t use my womanhood, my sexuality, as some kind of... of cheap means of attracting men, then I’m glad to say that I don’t,” she agreed.

"Hung out with Tomek and Vinci yesterday. Tomek says it's been weird in the loft since your alcoholic ex-boyfriend's just hoarding vodka and whiskey all month. But, sure; they can manage. What about you? And don't even try your Juilliard-honed skills on me now." Veronica instantly laughed. "For the millionth time: never went to Juilliard. Still cracks me up, though." She only laugh to try to sound less concerned about Théo. Worrying about him already ate up the little spare time she had most nights. "How you doin'? Seriously." "Babe, I'm just chill. Hangin' in there. Don't fuss." Veronica put on a smile. "I hope so." Jamie sounded doubtful. "I've been fastidiously planning an intervention in

My name is Veronica Sloper, my friend’s call me Roni for short. I spent my entire life being an outcast, so to speak. I was never completely forgotten or left behind. That would have made my life easier. If my life would have been a movie, I would be the extra they forgot to add my name to the credits.

"You let me go right this minute!" Smirking at her and looking unaffected by her ferocity, Greg placed a foot on the bed. He leaned in and inspected her form. The insatiable hunger to devour this sexy goddess began to grow in him. "You cannot give orders here, Veronica. I already told you that. But if you wanna play feisty, go ahead. I love it." Veronica sensed danger. Her face turned ashen. She lashed out at him, resent filling her gaze. "Disgusting pig, don't come close to me!"

“Caleb is a monster, and I’ll make him pay for everything he took from me and more.” “Good. My lawyers will draft up a divorce agreement. You’ll get a proper settlement.” “No.” “No?” “I don’t want anything from Caleb. I just want to be done with him.” “I understand.” “I I also need someone who can fake my death.” Before he could ask any questions, I stopped him. “Veronica Stanton was an unfortunate ballerina and a miserable housewife. I don’t want to associate with that anymore.” “I’ll get right on it.” With that, he left the room.

Monica had just come back from grabbing some food and getting her bandages changed when she overheard the conversation and immediately spotted the two people everyone was talking about. She flung the porridge in her hand. “You cheating scum! How dare you show your faces here!” Veronica screamed as the porridge splashed on her. “Are you crazy?!” “Crazy? Yeah, maybe I am! You said you had a stomachache that day, right? Too bad it didn’t kill you!

Diego: “You could have been badly hurt, Diego. How could you go to them when you know that they are not allies? They could have killed…” “The Alpha and Beta are Lea’s great uncle and grandfather.” I said, stopping mom. Renata, who was sitting on the couch, looking as proud as she was, straightened just as both Lea and Giovanni entered the living room.