Vera Claythorne Quotes Novels & Stories

"I am not staying in this dark station while you go to die under the central district." "The ventilation duct is extremely narrow, Clara," I told her, my hand reaching out to touch her shoulder. "If you panic inside the shaft, you will block the entire ladder." "I did not panic when Victor's guards were shooting at us in the pottery gallery," she reminded me, her dark eyes locking onto mine with an unyielding intensity. "I did not panic when I had to slap Camille to shut her up. I am not the silent girl from the Draven mansion anymore. I am your partner, and I am going to be beside you when the smoke clears."

Percy’s POV Across the table, Veronica stared at Rue as if she were something rotten that had crawled out of the gutter and dared to sit among nobility. Her thin lips curled. “I still don’t understand,” she said coldly. “Why would someone like you lower yourself to stay with a woman like her?” My chest tightened. Veronica leaned forward, her eyes glittering. “Percy,” she continued, her voice dripping with false concern, “you are from a respected clan. Powerful and influential. But she…she is nothing but a gold-digger, a wave-rider.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint, but I’m as real as it gets.” Veronica smiled bitterly at the memory, tears streaming down her face. She missed Daisy’s laugh, her warmth, her strength. Setting the glass down, she whispered into the quiet, "I’ll make sure you’re remembered, Daisy. I’ll make sure they all know who you really were." Clara stirred in her sleep, mumbling Daisy’s name. Her face was scrunched up in distress, her body trembling as if caught in a nightmare. Veronica moved to her side, gently shaking her awake.

the one who had suggested in killing me responded. “You're crazy!” One whisper-yelled. “What do you see in that man?” “Riches and the chance to be a Luna,” answered the evil plotter. “Just let her be, she'd die anyways,” one said dryly, and just then I felt darkness snatching me away.

“Нow cаn you be sо surе? For all wе knоw, shе cоuld be eхactly likе hеr.” “No, she won’t,” mom says, her voice sounds like she is getting annoyed by my objection. “I wоuldn’t suggеst this if I didn’t think it wаs the best thing for you. Lylah’s daughter is everything Veronica isn’t. Shе’s genuine, cаring, and—”

"Chloe, I respect your perspective, but I cannot deny the truth that lies within me. I must honor my own feelings, even if they challenge the established norms." Her disdainful expression hardened, her voice dripping with condescension. "You are naive, Veronica. Do you think you can defy the traditions that have stood the test of time? You will only bring ruin upon yourself and those around you." I stood my ground, my voice firm but respectful. "Chloe, are you trying to defend the Lycan tradition or your grandson, Lucas? Well, here's a bit of shocking information, I knew about all your plans with the queen and Lucas, and I'm tired of being used as a pawn in you and your family's hands."

She doesn’t have to pretend anymore. The she-wolf is back. She wants me to destroy this pretender. And this time, I don’t fight it. “You took advantage of him for years,” Veronica continues, twisting the proverbial knife in the wound. “All you ever were, all you will ever be, is a pathetic, shallow gold—” Before I know what I’m doing, my hand flies up toward her face. I slap her so hard that it echoes down the hallway.

Maybe I'll come earlier, like when I first worked there. "I can still monitor you from afar. So, don't expect to run away from Bryan Samuel Clivton." he said. Hearing his words gave me goosebumps. What will he do with me again? God, don't give way to this coquettish, perverted, and self-righteous person next to me. I ask.. ***

Third Person's POV Vanya smiled faintly and said, "Alpha Cliff, business is all about harmony and knowing when to back down. It's pretty clear who has the upper hand now." Cliff said, "What if I'm determined to take you with me today, no matter what?" "Then you'll have to step over my dead body!" Suddenly, Veronica's voice came from outside the Dalton family door. Veronica arrived with a stormy expression, looking unwell as she had rushed over from the hospital.

Veronica savored it, that chorus of worship disguised as laughter. But one, timid little Clara, had the nerve to ask, “What of the prisoner, my lady? Some whisper she still lives.” Veronica froze for only a heartbeat before letting an airy laugh escape. “That girl? Forgotten. The King has not spoken of her. She must be dead by now, and if not, she will be nothing soon enough. A spark cannot rival a flame. And I am the flame.” The ladies clapped politely, their smiles bright but fearful. Veronica lifted her chin, pleased with her own cleverness.