Veronica And Vanessa Merrell Novels & Stories

Ava's heart pounded. "Then where is Veronica?" Vanessa smiled. "You're looking at her." Ava froze. "What?" Vanessa's face changed. Not physically. But her expression did. Her voice became colder. "I was Veronica." "Vanessa was my sister." "But Genesis changed me." Ava stared. "You've been using two identities." "Yes." "Why?" "Because nobody can hunt someone who doesn't exist." Lily stepped forward. "Where is Vanessa?" Vanessa laughed. "Dead."

She said, and Genelia smiled on the other side. “Great, thanks!” She said and ended the call. Veronica put the phone back on the nightstand and stepped down from the bed in her skimpy nightdress, falling up to her knees, and walking to the window. She didn’t feel like interacting with people. A lot of things were going on inside of her, a lot of things were going on in her life. She just wanted to stay around people she could trust. But for some unknown reason, she couldn’t decline when Genelia requested her.

We heard a nosy, irritating female voice coming from behind us. When Veronica and I turned around, we saw Vanessa walking our way. She was wearing a fitted, aquamarine, knee-length cocktail dress with her hair pulled up in a neat, perfectly styled bun. As she walked closer, the chamberlain bowed down as if she was his queen. Well, I had no doubt that he was working for her more than he was working for Augustus. "Hello, Vanessa," I greeted her, forming my lips into a polite grin. "This lovely lady standing next to me is my wedding planner, Veronica. As you can see, we are trying to set up the area for the aisle and the rest of the venue."

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."

Meredith said before leaving the library and leaving the other witches to voice their questions among one another. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Veronica sat naked on her tile floor as the shower overhead released water than dripped from her head and down to the floor beneath her. Her mind spun as she thought about all the images that had passed through her mind in the last few hours. More and more memories were coming back to her in waves. Her romance with James and the sting of his betrayal hurt as though it had just happened the day before. Veronica took deep breaths to control the anger that was figh

Lily said. "Don't think about it too much. She will come to realize sooner that none of these belonged to her." Although Melissa pretended to care about Maya on the surface, when they were alone in private, she will always bully her and say all the nasty words she could think of. … Mark was with his beta at this time as he inspected his pack.

Probably in a better position than she would be trying to get with me. Instead of arguing, she turned quickly and disappeared through the crowd. And as I turned my gaze back to the dance floor, I realized that Brady and Vanessa had disappeared. My eyes searched over the crowds frantically as I tried to find her. I knew what kind of person Brady was, and if he thought he was going to be fucking her tonight, he was sadly mistaken. Vanessa was mine, and by the end of the night, both would know who they were fucking with. Others may have been down to share, but not me.

More exciting that way, right? "You'll always be there for me, won't you?" Callum's answer came next, gentle and certain. "Always. I'm your backup plan." As the audio played, photos and screenshots began appearing across the screen one after another. Mara's posts flashed by: her captions, secret stories, the white wedding dress, her getaway with Callum to Veyra Falls, and every vicious word she'd written about me. Mara's face went pale. She screamed and bolted for the control booth, frantically ordering someone to shut it all down.

production office, Vincent Marr sat on a borrowed couch, sweat glistening at his temples, nervously checking his phone. Veronica loomed above him, dressed in a blood-red wrap dress like she’d walked off a set she still thought she owned. “You did well,” she said, voice honeyed with venom. Vincent nodded too quickly. “So, uh… about the check…” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s coming. Just keep your mouth shut. You don’t want Celeste’s fans digging up your little collection of ex-girlfriends, do you?” He paled. “Didn’t think so.”

Finally, she said, “Add a zero to the fifty, and I’ll do it.” Veronica’s smirk widened. Without a word, she opened her designer handbag and handed the girl a small vial. “No room for mistakes,” she warned, her voice icy. “Emma Martinez is the target.” --- A few minutes later, the waitress returned to Veronica with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s done,” she said simply, as if she were reporting on a completed homework assignment. Veronica’s face lit up with satisfaction. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote down the amount the waitress had asked for, adding an extra twenty dollars in cash for transportation. She handed it over with a smug grin, as if she were rewarding someone for