Veronica Book Novels & Stories

“Better than you ever will.” Flames burned in my soul, hot and urgent. “You don’t scare me, Veronica.” She reached out, lazily pushing another book off the desk, watching it fall with disinterest. “You should be scared.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Get out.” Veronica glanced at me for an instant before standing from behind the desk. "Suit yourself," she muttered to herself. Then, still in the same careless manner in which she had arrived, she walked from the study, leaving behind in it the turmoil of her being.

“I don’t want you. I don’t want your fingers, your mouth, or any of your jealous bullshit. The only cock I need is Lucian’s… and his dad’s. Got it? So take your pathetic ex-girlfriend revenge fantasy somewhere else before I slap that smug look off your face again.” Veronica stumbled back, but that nasty little smirk never left her face. She didn’t look pissed—she looked hungry. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly tugged the neckline of her tight top down, letting one full, perky tit spill free right there in the shadows behind the library. Her nipple was hard and pink, begging to be sucked. At the same time she lifted the two fingers that had just been buried knuckle-deep in my cum-fill

Writers POV/// Veronica rushed down home , smiling the whole way like a child. As she walked near her apartment door she sees a package on the floor. Cautiously she walks up to read the message and smiles with teary eyes: For my Queen. Hope you have some fitting shoes. R. xx After a long shower Veronica put on a light make up and curled her hair, leaving it open and moving to the box, Seeing the inside she gasps. There is a beautiful midnight blue ball-grown, shoulder free with see-through sleeves and it sparkles in the light, and that's not all. There is another small box with a diamond necklace and diamond earrings.

She leaned down until her lips brushed my ear. “No.” She released me completely. I cried out in frustration as my cock throbbed uselessly in the air, denied again. Tears of pure need and humiliation burned at the corners of my eyes. Veronica stood and wiped her gloved hand on a cloth with clinical detachment. “At dawn, while your enemies come for our son, you will remain exactly like this — restrained, aching, powerless. And you will think about the name you once had. The power you once held. The omega you destroyed.”

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

I still needed to figure out how to find evidence that my uncle killed my father. I parked the car, turned to tell Veronica to get out only to find her grinning to herself. I wondered what she was up to now “Wipe that look off your face, we’re here”, I get out of the car. We walked into the cafe, heading towards the counter. Veronica's mouth was gaping at the cakes lined up in the glasses. I could see the invisible drool by the side of her mouth in my head, her eyes were shining so bright. "Pick your mouth off of the floor”, I snickered, brushing past her to meet Greta at the table. She was an old friendly woman who owned this business with her husband. A kind-hearted soul who liked to poke

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

Maggie said before leaving. Veronica looked at Maggie's increasingly distant back, then looked at the scene outside her stately home in the suburbs of Orion. The house, surrounded by tall pine trees to the south and the ocean to the north, makes Veronica feel more at home. Veronica laughed at herself, she seemed to have gone crazy because she felt at home dreaming and seeing the scenery outside this Moonfall family mansion. Usually she can never stand idly by in the mansion, she will definitely spend her time chasing and figuring out the activities of her j**k fiancée. And no matter how far she comes to him and asks for his attention, the man will not care and will prefer to occupy himself w

Coupled with the fact that he married that witch and took over VilaBeau, there was no way she could cross him off her suspect list. ***** Vinca was too perplexed by the recent occurrence. As she watched Damont speed off, she felt like her life had come to an end. She was roughly pushed inside the shed by her captors and was sent flying into the dark shed. One of them then lit a kerosene lamp as the other one went to hide the truck. It was already too dark into the night. Vinca scrambled to the corner of the shed and started crying. She cried for the company that she had lost just because she fell in love.

Veronica said as she reached for the switch nearby used to alert servants to a room. After a short while vera entered the room after a brief knock. "Yes ma." Vera said with a bow down her waist. "Get me some alcohol." Veronica commanded. "Okay ma'am. But why?" Vera asked In a concerned tone. "I need to forget something." Veronica said. "Yes ma'am. I will bring it in a short while." Vera said as she bowed down and left the room. After about five minutes, vers entered with a tray filled with a bottle of red wine. And dropped it on a stool near her.