Veronica Carter Novels & Stories

Veronica took a few more moments to apply some finishing touches to Callie’s hair and makeup before finally letting her go, satisfied with her masterpiece. “You can keep this,” Veronica said, placing the lipstick she used on Callie into her hands. “And be sure to tag me in the photos. My publicist keeps telling me to stay relevant with social media.” Callie giggled and thanked the woman. It wasn’t like she needed the promo. Veronica was one of the most sought-after designers in the country. And being dressed in one of her designs was such a great honor. She sometimes scared Callie with how strict she was, but it also reminded the singer of having a mom.

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.

each time they invited me to this group discussion about anyone but the children. There were times I avoided going to these meetings, but being in the same circle as these mothers did a little benefit to me. Veronica Short, a single mother, a renowned fashion designer, and the daughter of a business tycoon, was the one responsible for this group. Veronica was too much worried about everything that was happening in this world that might affect the future of her daughter. She wasn’t doing anything to prevent those stuff more like she was only talking. Even the petty stuff that came out of her mouth felt more dramatic than it should be.

Jonathan groaned against the strike. "Gonna have to pound the bad out of you, aren't I?" Veronica said to him in a sultry voice as she squeezed out a gel substance all over the carrot, rubbing it around. "Yes. Yes, White Rabbit, teach me how to be on time." Jonathan was begging her. He pushed his ass back towards her in the air. Veronica positioned her carrot behind him and slowly moved in as Jonathan moaned his acceptance. She stayed still with just the very tip of the carrot inside Jonathan's asshole for a moment as he wiggled in excitement.

The bond between Nora and Graycen was unbreakable, and she would protect her daughter at all costs. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Nora glanced outside the window to see Veronica stepping out of her car. Veronica, standing tall at 5 feet 8 inches, possessed an elegant and statuesque presence. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and accentuating her striking features. As Veronica entered the coffee shop, her radiant smile lit up the room. With graceful confidence, she moved with poise and charm, captivating everyone around her. Her eyes, captivating and expressive, revealed a mix of warmth and intelligence, drawing people into he

Jasper rolled his eyes at Carter. “Uhm, Chairman Miller, you were too much of Casanova in the past. It was not that you would not receive your retribution, it was just the time was not right for it.” Carter coughed and talked as if he did not want to stay alive. “Veronica went and looked for Mrs. Miller at Plath Corporation. I am not sure what they were talking about. You may have forgotten Veronica, but she was coming after you. She knew everything and still hid it. This is…” Bang!

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Renata said, giving Veronica a thumbs-up. "Alright then. I'm off to work. For dinner, you can prepare it, Renata. Cook Mr. Darwin's favorite meal. I'll be coming home a bit late today due to end-of-month overtime." Veronica then headed towards her car. She had been working and leading Carribean, one of her father's subsidiaries in the retail industry. After getting married, she decided to continue her career. Besides, being an independent and successful woman had always been her goal. At the office, Deasy was already waiting outside her office. Holding a folder containing a stack of documents, she followed Veronica as she entered the room.

Celia hopped out of the car, her ginger curls flying beautifully in the air as her eyes scanned the vicinity. “We can’t keep them waiting forever,” Veronica said. “Them?” “Your date is here with his mother.” “Oh,” Celia muttered. “You two planned it all along.” “Enough of your troubles, Celia. Everyone is looking at us already.” Veronica whispered through clenched teeth. Veronica went in first, and Celia followed, strutting like a Victoria secret model who fled the runway. All eyes fell on her, and she relished the attention she attracted. “Can you walk like a normal girl, please?” Her mother pleaded under her breath.

“Me?” “Yes, you,” Vanessa said firmly. “You’re forgetting whose daughter you are. You’re not meant to sit in the shadows while someone else takes the spotlight. You’re meant to own it and command it. Carol is nothing but an obstacle, and obstacles are dealt with, not whined about.” Veronica’s lips parted and then closed again, her anger shifting. “You’re right,” She whispered. “I shouldn’t let her get to me. She’s no one. She’s just Antonio’s little plaything…” She stressed the last words till her voice trailed.