Veronica And Vanessa Merrell Novels & Stories

She sipped on her vanilla milkshake while sharing a long conversation with her friend. "So, are you really going to marry Lucas?" Veronica asked, seeking confirmation. Despite Deasy's determined expression, Veronica couldn't help but be curious. "Yes. Why do you ask?" Veronica chuckled. There was something amusing to her that caused her laughter. "Lucas... Lucas Orion Morales. The son of Andreas Morales, the owner of the Daxton Group? Are you sure, Des?" Deasy nodded repeatedly, ensuring there was no doubt in her mind. "Yes, Veronica Ashborne. I'm going to marry Lucas Orion Morales."

he replied Vivian nodded,she went to the kitchen,got her bottle of water and went back to her room She went through the net checking out what's trending when she came across something,she immediately sat up on her bed, "No way"she whispered It was a video of Veronica entering the Monti residence with a caption 'Monti's woman,could she finally be the one??'

Harlyn called my name her gaze tentatively and defensively on Merari. “Hello, dear,” the beautiful woman greeted Harlyn. “Who are you?” Harlyn asked without hesitation. Merari simply smiled at her. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Forgive me, but I just had to see Caris’s little miracle baby,” she approached and her hand hovered over my daughter’s features and for a second I did not trust what she’d do to her. Then she retracted. “What a pretty little thing you are,” she said and then sighed. “My name is Merari, dear, Merari Van Doren” she finally answered Harlyn's question. “And to answer the question that your father is too cowardly to answer, yes…it was Valene.”

"We didn't get introduced the last time I saw you Jeremy..But it is lovely to see you again all the same." Vanessa caught my eye as she crossed the room. Not in the dress that she wore on stage,but wearing something different now. An off the shoulder lilac dress that sparkled,it had 3/4 sleeves and a ruched skirt with a slit up one leg. JESUS CHRIST..GIVE ME STRENGTH!!

“It might be associated with the office.” “I thought you had taken the day off?” I answered the phone and, seeing Jared's name, sighed. "It's important." She stepped back, her chin rising imperceptibly. "I'll give you a moment." "Stay," I asked. She stayed. I swiped to answer. “Jared.” "You have to look at this," he said, jumping right in. What's happening here? “Veronica is moving, but quietly. She's trying to buy private stock in shell buyers. We found out too late, unfortunately.”

He helps her pick out clothes and get dressed. Veronica gets out a lacy white bra and panties to put on first. She then puts on a black pencil skirt with a slit up the back to just above her mid-thigh. Veronica puts on a white flowy blouse with a deep plunging neckline. She finishes it off with a simple gold necklace with several gold dangle bracelets and black heels.

I had to find a way to put an end to this before this fake relationship did any permanent damage. “Veronika,” Melinda’s voice sounded, making my heart skip a beat. “I am ready. Are we going to the designers?” She paused for a moment before adding in a hesitant voice. “Or should I come back later?” “No, Let us go.” Veronika said, clasping my hand. Warmth flowed through my hand and the wounds healed magically. Veronika was indeed a witch. Given the swiftness with which she healed me, she was pretty powerful too.

Then, from the grand staircase, came the sharp click of stilettos. “Speak of the devil,” James muttered. Vanessa. Wrapped in red satin, her hair twisted into a polished knot, lips curled like she knew secrets no one else did. She descended slowly, eyes locked on Melinda. But Melinda didn’t flinch. She sipped her champagne like a queen on a throne. Vanessa approached. “Melinda,” she purred. “What a surprise. I didn’t know James had started collecting ex-girlfriends like trading cards.” Melinda smiled. “Funny. I thought he only kept the rare ones.”

“Poor thing. She actually thought she could go up against me. Now she’s lost her ballerina career and her husband to me.” For years, I had thought that maybe if I were still the beautiful ballerina Caleb once loved, none of this would have happened. But now it dawned on me he had never loved me from the start. “Because you deserve everything good, not some riffraff your parents found in a drug house.” I couldn’t listen anymore. I turned to leave, but I ran into Avery instead. “Veronica, what are you doing here?” she asked with distaste as she crossed her arms.

Veronica peaked into the room, Derrick was lying in bed lighting up a joint and Emily was nowhere to be seen. This was Veronica’s chance. Veronica snuck into the room. She smiled at Derrick, who was still naked. His body was so perfect. He was slim, with abs. He had small pecks. Veronica slowly removed her shirt, revealing her huge, perky tits. She slowly teased her nipples until they became hard. They were so round and pink. The way they stuck out made Derrick’s mouth water.