Veronica Carter Novels & Stories

I stated again clearly enough for him to listen this time. Calm down Jasmine ,Calm down!!,you can do it,remember one thing jasmine, when you never succeed with your calm and sweet attitude, to get what you want then use your bitch attitude to get what you want, so it's time to show your bitchy attitude. "Who is Anna??, Mr.Thompson, for your kind information I am Ms.Warner for you, I think you are suffering from short time memory loss, I mean we are not on first name basis right?, So I prefer Ms.Warner rather than Jasmine for you", I said to him, making him speechless again for sometime, good no it's best for him jasmine, I feel proud of your bitchy attitude towards him, I wanna tap my should

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

I said, reaching into my drawer, “Attacker number one was seen on CCTV abandoning a car outside the territory and hitching a ride from a human truck to get through the border.” I sprawled photos on the desk of a gas station where the car was abandoned and the man speaking to various truck drivers. “The car license plate traced back to a human man in Vermont who had reported it stolen three days before the attack, and the human truck driver had no information either. We’ve reason to believe the second attacker came out of Vermont too, so I have men searching the area.” Ella bit her lip. “Vermont is vast and remote.” “And I’ll search it high and low until we find them. No one threatens my fami

Before they drove away, Linda rolled down the car window and cast a lingering gaze upon me, whispering words that eluded my ears. As their car vanished from sight, I remained rooted to the spot, attempting to fathom the bewildering turn of events that had just unfolded. Just as I was about to make my way to my own car, Drake materialized before me, sporting a mischievous grin. "Ah, I see you have a new Luna. I imagine she must be quite beautiful." Seizing his shirt collar, I forcefully brought him closer, my voice resonating with a fierce growl. "Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her."

He knows I didn't get this title out of the kindness of my heart, I've made good on every promise I've made, and I don't intend to stop now. “Carter and Jenkins were abusive fuckers. They beat up and kidnapped innocent kids that they planned to sell. Now not only have I drawn a line on abuse toward kids, I strongly stand against child trafficking. Every one of you in here knows where I stand on that. So yes, I killed them, it is my job to get rid of men like him. I don't regret it.” “Did you hear what she just said?! She admitted to killing them!!”

I crack an eye open, and the next thing I know, Audrey has thrown herself down on my bed, pinning me in a tight hug and disrupting any more rest I was hoping to get. "Happy birthday, bitch!" She squeals after finally releasing me. Audrey Lucille Prince: curvy hips, voluptuous chest and tumbling red hair, she was always the center of attention. Best friends since we wore the same blue dress to first grade; inseparable growing up. That is, until college. She went down to Tennessee while I went over to Boston. But the distance only made us closer and, somehow, we both ended up back in Ohio in the city of Columbus, only two hours away from our small hometown called Cambridge. Total opposites, he

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

Sometimes I wonder where he was, maybe he was still in his apartment in-between means and stacking on ramen while I was eating gourmet. I am Veronica Carter, survivor, mother, schemer, and I would do anything to spare her my scars, even if it meant losing myself.

And no ordinary voice could sound like that—sad and beautiful, ancient and strange. Serena crouched behind a snow-covered rock, her instincts warning her to stay hidden. She didn’t know who this woman was, but she knew—deep in her bones—that she wasn’t a friend. She wasn’t a wolf, and she wasn’t from the Blood Moon fortress. Which left only one possibility. Valerian’s side. But what was she doing here, alone and unguarded, singing into the river as though the world didn’t exist? Serena’s heart pounded as she watched. There was power in that song. Not strength like Alexandro’s warriors had. Not violence. Something older. More dangerous. This woman didn’t need claws. She didn’t need a sword.