Reggie Veronica Novels & Stories

I noted, realising that Veronica had called him by his birth name earlier and Giovanni hadn’t even attempted to correct her. “You could say that.” Vinnie chuckled. He was taunting me, giving me snippets of information and hoping I would beg him to tell me. “Vinnie, spit it out.” I snapped. “Veronica is his ex.” He smirked into his glass. “And you let him go dance with her!” I hissed, slapping him with the back of my hand. “No, you did.” He retorted smugly. “Thanks for the reminder.” “You have nothing to worry about. It was years ago.” Vinnie declared.

Nagtataka man ay nagpatuloy rin ako sa pagkain. The Veronica I knew was now gone. Iyan ang naisip ko habang nanonood ako ng balita na kung saan ay ang pagkahuli ni Veronica ang laman. Sa likod pala ng inosenteng at masayahin na mukha niya ay may maitim na budhi pala siyang tinatago. Ano kaya ang reaksyon ni Manong Jorgie sa nangyaring ito kay Veronica na kaisa-isang babae niyang anak. At ni Andres. Kaya pala ilang linggo ng wala si Manong Jorgie. Nahuli na pala si Veronica. Naawa ako sa matanda. Nagtata-trabaho siya ng maayos tapos ang anak pala niya ay gumagawa na pala ng iba. Napailing ako ng makita si Veronica na nakaposas at pinapalibutan ng mga NBI at mga pulis.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

I still recalled with clarity how she'd cried aloud and sounded so sweetly blissed out. "Veronica was asking for you specifically yesterday," Kenneth said, arching one brow. I didn't reply, staring at him and knowing he wouldn't lie. Not about that. Veronica was a regular, loaded with money and an insatiable sex drive. If she wasn't at one of the Bratva's operated sex clubs, she'd be at another elsewhere. The older woman had no scruples about seeking out pain and pleasure, and to my knowledge, she'd never once uttered a safe word.

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.

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.

"There's no escape for you, Veronica. I'll have you all to myself and there's nothing you can do about it!" Her legs were securely pinned under his weight. Greg leveled his face with hers, lecherously staring at her. Her snow white skin looked translucent in contrast to the red marks on her cheeks. Fixing a glare on him, blood dripping down the corner of her mouth, Veronica scorned him. "You're a coward, Gregory Sterling. You cannot face me head on which is why you connived with Rhian Stanton to kidnap and rape me. Such a coward," she spat with rage.

“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.