Veil Of Veronica Real Novels & Stories

"They’re nothing without me. I made half of them, including Mercer-Calloway. " "And now they’re afraid of you." Veronica stood there, stunned for a second. Then her face hardened. "Then get me a target. Something big. Celeste or Damien. I don’t care who bleeds first." Back at Sinclair Media the following morning, Damien handed Matteo a file marked Operation Glass Veil. Matteo flipped through it. "You sure about this?" "Veronica’s paranoid. Feed her something too shiny and she’ll grab it with both hands. We leak it just enough to make it feel real, like I’m about to move my money to an offshore account to avoid asset freezes."

“If it’s not dangerous…” “It’s not.” Veronica turned to Elva. “Elva, come here a moment. I have another trick.” “A trick?” Elva said excitedly. She clutched her folded bird to her chest and ran closer. Veronica directed Elva to stand right in front of her. She placed her hand on Elva’s forehead, and then closed her eyes. Under her breath, Veronica said a few words in a language I didn’t understand. Merfolk maybe? I wasn’t sure.

"Go back to your unit. It's nearly dawn." Veronica nodded as she put her mask on and left the room. No one recognized her, so she left the EPUA and drove her car near the condo unit. She hopped out from the alley and left the car as it drove back to its location. Veronica started climbing up the balcony using strings after firing it to her floor. She peeked inside first and gently opened the window. ???

She did not like being on this side of things. "Yes," Lila finally said. "I will be back," Veronica said. She needed to get far from the coven as quickly as possible. Veronica snapped her fingers and was back in her study. Veronica silently walked over to her cupboard that held her liquor. She poured herself a healthy glass and walked over to the large chair that sat in front of her fireplace. She replayed her vision repeatedly.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

Draco's POV: As I walked out of the disheveled study room, the sound of Veronica's cries reached my ears, drawing me towards the balcony. The sight that greeted me tugged at my heartstrings - Veronica, her face stained with tears, her hands trembling as she clutched onto the balcony railing. Without a moment's hesitation, I approached her and gently tapped her shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise. "Veronica," I said softly, my voice filled with concern. "What's wrong?"

But just let him try to make something of it, Veronica decided fiercely as, having had her shower, she changed into a long silky black jersey dress, brushing her hair and quickly re-doing her make-up before checking the time. Almost eight-thirty. Taking a deep breath, she checked her appearance in the mirror and then, holding her head high, headed for the bedroom door. Her jersey dress, plain black and unadorned, might not reveal the fact that it had cost her the best part of a month’s wages and carried the label of one of New York’s top designers, but it was showing her every delicious curve… No space for imagination. The way Sasha looked when Veronica saw him waiting for her at the bottom

I sat at my vanity the following morning, gazing at the reflection that no longer felt like me. As my mother adjusted my dress, a pastel blue piece that Shone elegance, her gentle sweet hums could be heard in the background. "The Presley heir's fiancée couldn't afford to look less than flawless. With gentle hands on my shoulders, my mother whispered, "Smile, Isabella." "Today is a big day."

Scarlett had seen, they were fakes Gianna had commissioned, created using AI deepfake technology. The background wasn't some private room, but a generic hotel suite. She thought she had covered her tracks perfectly, but she never imagined Daemon would uncover the truth so quickly. "Daemon, let me explain... I just love you so much..." Before her hand could touch the sleeve of his coat, he shoved her away with disgust. The man who had been her shield against the storm now looked at her with nothing but bone-chilling coldness and killing intent. "Gianna, you disgust me."

A striking woman with dark hair and red lips smiled at her with eyes full of venom. “I’m Veronica Steele,” she whispered, her smile never faltering. “I used to stand where you are now.” Olivia blinked. “You…?” “Oh, yes,” Veronica said, sipping her champagne. “Nuel’s lover. Once upon a time. Don’t get too comfortable, darling. Men like him don’t change. You’re not a wife to him. You’re a placeholder.” Olivia’s chest tightened. Before she could respond, Veronica leaned even closer, her perfume sharp and suffocating.