Vera Claythorne Quotes Novels & Stories

The sound of Verity's voice reverberated through the cavern, bouncing off the walls and filling the space with her words. With a derisive snort, she dismissed them. "You're all terrified." The words escaped her lips without hesitation, her doubts about his lycanthropic abilities laid bare for all to hear. Scaredy-cats!” With a sly grin, Verity taunted them. Their countenances were flushed with fury. Verity's words reverberated through the cave, leaving a profound impact on those present. She stared at Vellu with fierce intensity, her eyes daring him to make a move. "If you possess the courage to end my life, then do it!" she challenged, her voice ringing out with a steely determination.

“You should be grateful you get to exist under his roof. The least you can do is serve him properly, or he’ll throw you back where you belong.” My breath hitched but I still didn't react. Clair leaned closer, whispering the final blow, “And let’s not forget, Vera, you’re barren. A wife who can’t even give her husband a child. Tell me, what good are you? You’re just a burden he has to endure to keep his reputation clean.” My vision blurred. Heat surged in my veins, and before I could think it through, my palm landed on her face, so hard that it resounded in the hall.

For a few seconds, the two of them gaped at me blankly. I looked at myself, “well, I bet I don’t look good. I told you, these dresses don’t suit me…” “You’re not into hookups with women, are you?” Sera asked, tucking her fringes behind her ear. “W-what… what?” I chuckled, cocking a brow. “I am quite blunt when it comes to complimenting others,” Verity said. “But if I was a man and if I had to turn into a villain to make you mine, I would have become the greatest villain of all time.”

Vera smiled and said, “You might as well have the word ‘admire’ written on your face yet you still have the nerve to say that I’m talking nonsense…” Claudia looked around nervously. When she saw that there was no one else around, she lowered her voice and said to Vera, “Veron, please don’t say such nonsense in the future. What can I do even if I admire Charlie? Charlie is already married, so I can only lament that I was born at the wrong time…”

Persephone hissed, her true reasoning behind her urge to kill her before anyone else. Vera glanced at Avin who was discussing something with Zadicus and then back at the ground with dejection, “What can I say? I guess I am a coward.” “You are. Someone who is not ready to embrace death. Look around you, Vera, everyone here has lost someone.” Persephone hummed impassively, considering Vera pathetic for not accepting the harsh reality of life.

You cannot trust a Legacy “Here’s the deal,” Veronica’s voice cuts through my anger like a knife. “I’m not going to bullshit you. You might not get to be one of the seven, but you can still live like one.” She pauses, looking me directly in the eye as she adds. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be popular, even for one day? Haven’t you ever wondered what it would feel like to have people move out of your way when you walk or to listen when you speak?”

She hated to hear this woman mention her son. Veronica's gaze shot to hers again. "Well, I do have news for you on that front, human," Veronica spat the last word. "You are not able to kill me. I am immortal." "There is no such thing," Aurora responded. Veroncia wondered why this human talked to her so confidently. Veronica's gaze moved over to Lila's once more. She wondered how she had not sensed it before, but Lila's wolf was pronounced. Veronica made a face. It would seem that Lila had been busy behind her back. And after she had saved her from that horrible cabin.

I said firmly. I am not your mother,” Veronica spat, each word dripping like poison, her eyes fixed anywhere but on me. She blotted her perfectly painted lips with a napkin. “We’re done here,” she said, her tone cold enough to frost glass. “I’ve completely lost my appetite the moment you dared to call me that. It’s pathetic—irritating, really. Your mother…” she let the word curl into a sneer, “is rotting in the ground where she belongs. Don’t you ever put me in the same breath as that useless dead woman again.”

she said, her voice steady, almost mocking. Roman paused. For a moment, he couldn’t believe his ears. He was expecting her to beg, to show weakness. Instead, there she stood, fearless. His grip on the gun wavered, and his gaze flicked to Lilith, who stood frozen beside him, eyes wide in disbelief. “What are you saying?” Lilith asked, her voice shaking with confusion. Vera didn’t flinch. She stared straight into Roman’s cold eyes. “It’s better than being your wife.”

She continued and her words were like broken glass struck into my chest. “Or anywhere at that.” “Trust,” Veronica licked across her red glossy lips and she folded her arms across her chest. “This is a lesson, one of the many that I would teach you. You don’t start a battle you can’t fight you know.” She quoted and a hard lump slipped down the back of my throat. “And you don’t fight unless you’re threatened by the other person” I replied and she returned a death glare out of shock.