Veronica Book Novels & Stories

Fountain half-done, roses popping red. Veronica leaned in, voice tinny through the speaker. "Okay, boss lady, your call, dragon or unicorn next? Can't be both. Rules." Angel shook her head wild, shoulders bouncing, that silent laugh again. She grabbed a blue piece, jamming it wrong on purpose. Veronica gasped fake. "Sabotage! Oh, you're evil. Rematch!" Angel clapped, eyes lit like fireworks. Scribbled quick: VERO WIN ALWAYS. Veronica ruffled her hair, soft. "Team win, kid. Always."

One of my biggest flex is my IT team, they can find anything, any piece of information can be tamed to them but the ones that are buried by experts might take some time. The reason why Veronica faced hypermedia attention was because of Nicole. Not only is her past bruised but what happened two years ago almost ruined her. She is walking on broken glass and it hurts me to see her like that. I called her today to warn her about Nicole's new plan and more so to divert her attention from all the scandalous things. Because if one thing I noticed about her is that she feels intimidated by me. Somehow she controls herself but the same attraction can be seen inside her; the longing, the desire, and

I shook my head about to cry, “Rhea, Jason. She’s my fucking best friend you knave!” For a second, he hesitated. Then he leaned back, smirking. “Yeah. So?” The casualness of it broke me. “SO?! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! AND YOU—YOU’RE MY HUSBAND! HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS TO ME?!” Jason sighed, rubbing his temples like I was the one causing him pain. He gave me a warning glare and he looked like he was going to walk right over and punch me. “Veronica, stop being dramatic. You knew this marriage was over. You can’t even give me a child. What did you expect?” He said brutality and I stared at him, my heart scattering into tiny pieces

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

There was only one way she could return which was the door, so I shut and bolted it which gave me some confidence on the task ahead. The book, as I had already examined was a thick volume, brown at the corners, indicating the age of the pages, I could easily backdate them to about sixteen years ago, around the time I was born. The cover had no caption, but on the inner leaf where the words in coarse writing: “The Life of Veronica” For her daughters Lettie and May.

It’s time to choose, will you run off in the sunset with Tom or will you return to my side. Then the door opens, it is Tom. Tom ~”Veronica.” Veronica ~”Tom” Tom ~”I assume you read Flare and You?” Veronica ~”Yes, I will find out who did this.” Tom ~”I don't care.” Veronica ~”It does not upset you?” Tom ~”No.” Veronica ~”Tom we need to talk.”

"So then, Veronica. What's the actual story with you? Who is Veronica--" "Bello," Veronica had interjected quickly. She had brought the idea of having a different surname so people won't know who she was. She didn't want anyone knowing about her illness so even weeks before she came to the town, she already had her background story in check. Lying wasn't new territory for her at all.

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

I carefully untied the ribbon that held it closed, revealing a beautifully crafted cover with intricate patterns and symbols. As I opened the book, a gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, extinguishing the candle by my bedside. The darkness enveloped me, but I wasn't alone. Whispers echoed around me, growing louder and more urgent. I strained my ears to catch the words, desperately trying to make sense of them. "Veronica, you hold the key," the voice murmured, as if carried by the wind itself. "The truth lies within you." Intrigued and unnerved, I clutched the book tightly in my hands and began to read its faded words. The first sentence was Veronica, you hold the key. The voice was

“I let you see me because I wanted to see how far you’d go. And look at you. Trying to run to your little friend with the truth. How noble of you.. stupid actually but cute” My palms were damp, heart pounding against my ribs. “Elara deserves…” Her smile sharpened, though her voice never lost its softness. “Elara deserves to live. Don’t you think?” Cold shot through me. “What… what are you saying?” Veronica stepped closer, her perfume sweet, cloying, wrong. “You may think me venomous, Lila. That’s the word you whispered to yourself, wasn’t it? But venom isn’t the half of it.” She tilted her head, eyes glittering like shards of glass. “I’m more deadly than you could ever imagine. And if you va