Veronica Book Novels & Stories

In the middle of the night, when only darkness lurks around everywhere, when the evil comes out to hunt and prey on predators, a woman sneaked out of the castle to dodge every guard, she with amazing skills climbed trees and flung from one trunk to another. She was desperate to reach somewhere or rather meet someone. She knew she was failing badly in her given task. The woman was no one other than Veronica. Veronica had snuck out in the middle of the night to go and meet Boston for further planning of breaking the bond between Queen Kelly and Alpha Sebastian.

“What else is it about?” “Freedom.” She looked toward Jonathan. “He made us.” Then toward Lily. “She was trapped.” Finally, she looked at Ethan. “And Ava was hidden.” Her voice became bitter. “You all think you're victims.” She stepped closer. “But every one of you is standing on top of a grave.” Jonathan whispered. “What do you want?” Veronica looked directly at him. “I want what you took from me.” “What?” “My life.” Silence. Then Veronica's expression softened. “I was twenty-three when you put me inside Genesis.”

I groaned when wet lips met my nipples making my pace falter as I started giving deep hard thrusts, my grip tightening a bit. Veronica's hole seemed to secrete more juices at the involuntary action. “Fuckkk… Dominic” she gasped. My assistant calling my name was so… hot “Yesssss” I groaned and I looked to see my wife sucking on my nipples before reaching out to play with swollen bud beneath me. “Domi….” Veronica couldn't complete the statement as both her hands flew to my hand on her throat, her chest shooting out and soft behind pressed to my stomach. My eyes were hooded with pleasure. I didn't know it was possible to feel so many things at once.

Veronica’s eyes opened slowly. The room was dark, lit only by faint moonlight slipping through the window. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she heard it again. Movement. She turned her head slightly. Christiana’s bed was empty. Veronica’s heart skipped. Slowly, she lifted herself just enough to look around. The door to the dormitory was slightly open. A shadow slipped through it. Christiana. Veronica’s breath became shallow. She’s going again… Without thinking too much, Veronica quietly got out of bed.

She strode towards Ember, her high heels clicking on the floor, her large breasts thrust forward, making Ember feel trapped and uneasy. ‘You’re telling me you didn;t take it, Ember?’’Veronica’s voice was laced with venom, her breath hot on Ember’s face. ‘Because I find it hard to believe. You’re a single mother struggling to make ends meet and now suddenly this large sum of money goes missing?’’ Ember’s back hit the wall as Veronica closed in, her heart racing with fear. ‘Veronica i swear, i didn’t take it. I don’t know what is going on.’’

All she had wanted to do was protect her people. I don't know how long I stay kneeling on the sandy ground, but I remain immobile there until the sands dig into my skin and draw blood, and the scorching sun above burns my shoulders and the exposed skin of my neck. At first, Veronica had been a regular young woman I had met in Zephyr's palace. But then she had become so much more than that. She couldn't be dead. The gods wouldn't be cruel enough to do that. Everyone I loved were always eventually taken from me. The thought of never seeing Veronica again causes me to cry uncontrollably.

she added. "Lead me to my room," Veronica commanded. Yvonne walked her to the stairs and led her to the room. Once Veronica shut the door, Yvonne slumped to the ground and broke down in tears. Her lips quivered, her heart ached, her stomach churned and her eyes burned, as her tears ran down like an endless flowing river. Veronica had reminded her of something she desperately wanted to forget. All these years, she thought she had finally separated herself from her past. But that was not true. Veronica is a clear reminder that her past will hunt her down and wreck her.

Veronica After only one glass of champagne, Noah switched to beer. He said he wasn't much of a champagne drinker and only ever had a glass or two when he was in a celebratory mood. Veronica's insides had warmed when he said that today he was celebrating his new friendship. Given the little speech he'd just made about how he felt about his friends, it was even more heartwarming that he now considered her a friend. That of course only made her reasoning even more pertinent about why she shouldn't get caught up in anything like what happened that morning.

“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason: “Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim. “Why should I?” “‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the deed?”

“I’ll see to it.” Moments later, the door burst open. Veronica swept in like she owned the place, radiant in crimson silk, her golden hair gleaming in the firelight. Her smile was sweet poison, her perfume choking the air. “My King,” she purred, gliding closer. “I’ve been waiting for you.” I stood behind my desk, hands clasped, forcing my voice steady. “Veronica, we need to talk.” “I’ve such good news,” she interrupted, eyes alight. “The gods have finally blessed us.”