Vera Claythorne Quotes Novels & Stories

Chloe placed her hand on Veronica’s shoulder and said softly, “It is OK. You can tell me.” Veronica’s chest was raising and falling rapidly. She seemed mortified. Chloe gently steered her back to the table and put a pen and a piece of paper in front of her. “Why are you so horrified to see Silas? Do you know him?” Chloe bent down till she met with Veronica’s eye level. A comforting smile was on her lips. “Write it down, Veronica. It is OK. You can trust me.”

The sage called from behind and reminded her before he went back to the penance. The night before she went to bed Veronica heard once again the voice of the monster. "My beauty"....there was that irritating laughter back. "Are you going to sacrifice yourself to end me? Psst! But that is not going to happen anymore. I'm the supreme. There is no weapon yet born on earth to kill me."

“Not your forgiveness. Not your pity. But you’ve given me more than I deserve just by being here.” Vera looked at her. “Don’t make me out to be noble. I almost didn’t come.” “But you did.” Vera sighed, leaning forward to pour herself a cup of tea, surprised at the steadiness of her own hands. “You’ll die soon,” she said plainly. “And then I won’t have to wonder anymore.” Elena chuckled weakly, her hand over her stomach. “Leave it to you to say it like that.” “I don’t do sugar coating.” “No. I suppose you never did.”

"I know what you are. I know what you did." "Then you know I'll do it again," Vera said. The creature looked at her for one long moment. Then it moved. And the clearing exploded.

She had to put up with his annoying attitude and endure attacks from ignorant slaves under his spells. Veronica was fed up with his unreasonable pride and complacence. "... You know nothing, Ethan Reynolds." The tension was so thick in the air, it could be cut with a knife. Veronica smiled at his silence. Nothing prepared her for what he said next. "You are right. There's nothing I know about your life." His bright eyes dimmed, hollow and distant. "Veronica, you are like a flower, a burning rose in the desert. You'll burn whatever comes close to you, you keep shutting everyone out…"

Athena replied while maintaining her smile even though she was gritting her teeth inside. "Tsk! Whatever. He doesn't deserve a maid that's too plain." Clara smirked, eyeing Athena up and down. "Well, he doesn't deserve a barbie with fake booty either." Athena countered with a laugh making Clara's face instantly go red due to anger. "You! What do you think of yourself? You are just a lowly maid yet you got the gut to talk to me." Clara spat venomously. Her face twisted due to anger. "Was a maid. Didn't you hear what grandpa said during dinner? Now I'm the precious daughter-in-law of the Morin family." Athena spoke in a bored tone while throwing another fake smile in Clara's direction.

she said while gracefully offering me a smile. "Why am i here " i demanded to her "Am i dead" i asked wearily "Why is that the first thing anyone asks "she giggled "Because i have to save my mom" i yelled at her "This is your fault" i insisted angrily , i could tell by the way she looked at me in sympathy that she wasn't shocked by my outburst. "Im sorry Veronica you're completely right it's been very insensitive of me , i just wanted to try to lighten the mood it's been awhile since I've been around well anyone" she said sheepishly

“The one on top of the hill.” Still wide-eyed, Jia now looked down at the floor with her mouth open. Vero was worried that drool might suddenly start dripping out of it. “Holy shi--“ Jia looked back at her. “Did you guys--?” “I’m not going to say anything,” Vero said, taking a breath. “Tell me.” “No.” “Verona!” “Suck my blood first,” Vero said, narrowing her eyes. Jia flinched at her words and covered her mouth with both hands. “You sneaky devil,” she muttered. Then her expression changed. She realized something.

Clara’s words were cut short by a scream as Veronica grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked it back savagely. “Don’t you dare interrupt me!” Veronica spat, her face inches from Clara’s. “You are nothing in this house. Nothing! One word from me and you’ll be out on the streets begging for scraps.” Clara whimpered in pain, her knees nearly buckling. She nodded frantically. “Yes, Miss Veronica… I understand. Please… let me go.” Veronica tugged harder, savoring the fear flickering in Clara’s eyes. “If I ever hear you questioning me again, I swear you won’t have hands to carry coffee anymore.”

she asserted firmly, her voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. Clara, undeterred by Vera's disbelief, maintained a playful smile. "Well, you never know," she insisted teasingly. "You're incredibly pretty and gorgeous. I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly decides to go for you." Vera rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Clara, seriously, you need a mental check-up," she retorted, her tone laced with exasperation. "I should go before he finds even more faults with me."