Veronica Book Novels & Stories

No way that cool guy would come over to her, right? “Yes, enough with that. The book is got in the way.” She gasped, swallowed hard when what she was thinking earlier became real. The man did approach her, pulling the book she used to hide her face from him away. “This much better. Hello, Miss Veronica Darren.” ***

Ezra says. Veronica leans over, kissing me. "I want to fuck you both every night, please," Veronica says. She turns the other way and kisses Ezra. He broke her easily, or is she playing him. I have a feeling there is a lot more to Veronica than meets the eye. She wants out of here, and the best way to get out of here is by spreading her legs and giving Ezra what he wants. It is more than that. She is willing and ready. Veronica is seducing us, and I am here for it. Let's see where this ride goes.

Veronica said as she was fully transformed into her new monstrous form. Terrified of her ex-girlfriends’ transformation, June ram as far as she could hoping to reach the exit of the library. But Veronica grabbed a large bookshelf with her tail and threw it towards the exit, keeping June trapped within the library. You will be mine, Veronica said in her monstrous voice. Hell has happened to her. June said as she jested her fingers to defend herself. In the blink of an eye, June released a barrage of fire to engulf as she ran to escape her wrath.

My fingers curled in my lap, nails pressing half-moons into my palms. “Where did you get it?” My voice came out low, steadier than I felt. “Veronica,” he said, like the name itself left a bitter taste. “She’s breaking ranks. She slipped me everything she’s kept in her vault—bank trails, contracts, even your medical files. Enough to ruin him ten times over.” Veronica. The woman who had clasped my hand at the clinic once, whose voice had guided me home like a leash. The woman who had tested me in rooms with firelight and pearls. Now she was feeding David knives.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

Her ranting helped her ignore the horror until she’d run out of things to blame on the coven. Chris and Brian both took down her golem. Veronica was so horrified by their actions that she’d failed to take action against them. All she needed was her bag of her workings in it. There’d been no time to search for it. Now it was lost to her, and she wanted to cry again over this. That spellbook was left for her out in those woods. She’d taken so much time to retrieve it safely. When she’d opened it, Veronica knew from the first page it was a spellbook that fit her perfectly and she’d be able to do everything she wished. Her abilities and powers would know no limit. They’d grow organically, and sh

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

Veronica pov She came down with few servants Drop the bag over there she said and you make sure nothing goes wrong while am away am I clear Yes yes ma they stammer The king cake down Going already, go and bring goodness he said to her Veronica looks at him and smile Offcourse she decided to use a carriage when she's tired of setting she continue on her wolf form She entered waving at the servants She remembered that day vividly, The day her sister and parents left It was an idea to use as as the bait, but that is incident took her family life Had Kayla kept quiet She must have been the one to disclose the location they were in, because of her they lost their precious land, she know Kayla was

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

On close scrutiny, she realized an odd coincidence. Why was the symbol on the book the same as the tattoo on Ivan's back? Questions filled her head, bringing with them an eagerness to find answers. Inching closer to the table, she reached out her hand to pick the book up. But before she could touch it … "Didn't I warn you against stepping foot in this room?" _ A day was not enough to cry out. Only enough to find a moment's peace. Veronica's eyes bulged out, red and swollen from crying for a long time.