Veronica Book Novels & Stories

They needed a good storm, Veronica reflected early one evening as she returned to her small flat. She wasn’t hungry, and the prospect of an evening spent over her books didn’t appeal in the least. She missed David and their discussions and she missed Sasha even more. The day had been so hot and the flat was so airless that she showered in a vain attempt to get cool, pulling over her naked body an old cotton shirt which had once belonged to Henry, too drained and lethargic even to think of getting properly dressed.

Here he was: having just been in bed with a hot, drop-dead gorgeous woman who seemed quite smitten with him, but, instead of basking in the moment, he was whiling the night away fantasizing about his ex. Great. Just great. "Cracking job, Théo. This'll surely end well." A fairly raspy voice soon drew him out of his thoughts. He lifted his head and met a bleary pair of hazel eyes. "I think I'm about to have a psychotic break," Veronica mumbled. Her slim forearms rested on the desk where she'd placed her laptop. "Why?" Théo tilted back his laptop's screen to get rid of the glare. An oversized denim jacket, which she'd left unbuttoned, covered her tank top. Subtle curls thickened her hair that

She stared back at me for a second before walking into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator, and getting to work. Soon the little house was full of the smell of cooking bacon and eggs. I watched her work, curious about how the fuck she’d fallen in with an idiot biker like her dead friend. From what I remembered, Veronica was a good girl, a college girl. She’d gotten out of town, far away from her drunk asshole dad. She had made it. And yet she had still somehow fallen in with the wrong people. Now she was in my kitchen cooking me breakfast, but she probably had no clue how much trouble she was in.

“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.

When they got home, Veronica first undressed and went into the shower, she was feeling irritated and sick in her tummy, she has to vomit everything she ate before she was alright "do you want to come in there" Ryan asked concerned "no, I will manage" she replied him from the inside "Okay, let me get you something from the kitchen," he said from the door before walking away she was done by the time he came back "take this hot chocolate" he offers

she had dark brown hair with a pale skin, the one that Asians have and she gave cool vibes. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Veronica" she greeted them and was guided to her bed which was gladly the top one, because she needed peace and least distraction. "Where are you from?" Amelia asked her in excitement. "I came from Virginia" she answered hesitatingly, she didn't wanted to reveal much information about herself. "And you're here for?" It was Rachel this time. "I'm studying psychology at university and I got myself transferred from there, gonna study second semester here" she finally revealed all the information at once which concerned them.

The door was closed and I could see light coming from underneath it. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Vera was sitting on the bed, propped up against some pillows. She had a book in her hands and seemed completely focused on reading it. "You're back," Vera said without looking up from her book. I didn't respond. I just closed the door behind me and started walking toward the bathroom. "Luan," Vera said, finally looking up. "I said you're back." I still didn't say anything. I just kept walking, unbuttoning my shirt as I went.

She asked him shutting him off, from across she heard him chuckle, but he didn’t look up at her. “Asshole” She spit out in annoyance as she shut her phone and dropped it on the bed beside her, she closed her eyes and what she saw was the eyes following her in the darkness of her dream she snapped her eyes opened again. Who knows maybe if she sleeps again she would have the same or more horrible dream. She was feeling restless already. She stood up went to the table side the vase and picked up a book there titled “Hurting the Hunters” She shook her head and went back to her bed, she could keep us with the book for a while. She started on the book, it was interesting right from the start and u

He just might lead me to the people I needed to find. *** Arriving at the study where Grace was teaching Veronica. I saw Veronica walking up and down the room, a book balanced on her head. The sight brought a smile to my lips, and unable to stop myself a soft chuckle escaped my mouth. “Careful little one,” I called out teasingly. “I wouldn’t want to see my favourite book land on the ground.”

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.