Veronica Carter Novels & Stories

“Don’t give me poetry. Give me the truth. You of all people have never been a man of poetry and you've never been amount of games or surprises. Start telling the truth. Those people that died, why did they die? What did she pay you?” “I am. She did not pay me anything. She does not have to do something for me. I'm never going to betray my family. You need to understand that that word holds momentum to me, holds a meaning to me.” Carter said, raising his voice now. “She got inside my head, Ethan. I didn’t invite her in. I tried to fight her. It's not easy to fight amidst that strong and with the number of things that she's done, she just kept growing stronger. I was a victim to that just as m

Her words brought a soft smile to my lips - She had taken the bait, finally things could move forward from here. She packed the files back into the envelope, a greedy smirk carved on her lips. Her thoughts and intentions were clear from the start, but i turned a blind eye to it - no matter what she did, it would all be in my best interests. "Huh, we've been acquainted for long. Yet we haven't exchanged names formally, although i already know yours." - She stretched out her right hand for a handshake. " I'm Carmella DeVille, it's been a pleasure working with you."

The woman, who was wearing a black blouse and a long skirt of the same color, was only able to attend the police invitation given by Noel, as she was still in a state of grief and busy clarifying all the news about her husband in the media over the past few days. Indeed, as a successful medical device entrepreneur, Rich Greek's unnatural death has caused quite a stir in New York City. And as the heiress to a fortune, it was Veronica's responsibility to answer all the public's assumptions about her husband's horrific tragedy. "Of course, the detective," she said quietly. Veronica Smith was a councilwoman in the city. She was thirty-four and was now the sole caregiver of her two sons, Jason an

"By the way, How is your work going?...I heard the paycheck for a cleaner at Roberto's Luxury Empire is even higher than the salary of a director at other companies?" Christiana asked, her face etched with bewilderment. "Very funny, but it's true...My boss Wade Roberto is really doing a good job when it comes to the staff welfare." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully. "What about Seth Nathaniel, when are you guys planning to do the wedding?" Vicki's voice was laced with a mixture of concern and empathy. Daisy Hunter found the question disturbing as she furrowed her eyes in bewilderment and stared at Vicki before managing to say, "We haven't fixed a date yet, we're both occupied with work at

"Emma! Come down here right now! You're making a scene!" I didn't look at him. Veronica kept talking and getting louder. "She's nobody! Just some woman who married rich and thought she could steal my life! I'm the real Evangeline! I have proof! I have contracts! I have witnesses! I have everything!" Some people in the crowd nodded. They looked like they believed her. "Look at her!" Veronica pointed at me. "Look at her cheap dress! Her cheap shoes! Does she look like a world famous designer? No! She looks like... like..."

She was born to Noemi and Joseph Rey, a young couple who lived close to Noemi's mother, Roselle. Roselle was a retired high school teacher whose husband died some twenty years ago in a car accident. Kara was beloved to her maternal grandmother, who insisted on naming her after her best friend, who had also passed away.

Carter began before nudging Carol into the main section of the facility and gave Natasha a smile. "Yeah, she wanted to come see this place," Carol sighed, folding her arms in front of her. "She still doesn't know, huh." "Everytime I see her, Carter. It's-it's just too much. Honestly, how does Jenna do it?" "The perfect time for that will come," Carter repressed. Carol was about to ask when but resorted to another question. "You called and sounded urgent on the phone. What is it?" "Right," Carter moved towards a table attached to a broad white glass wall.

She didn't remember looking for his trouble or ever crossing path with him. "I guess someone is after us both." Kimberly responded to Damien before taking Chloe's call. "Did some guy visit you too?" Kimberly groaned knowing why she called already. "Yeah, how did you know?" "Anita just called me now. What did the guy said to you?" "Well, he sent a almost blank card to deliver it to you and, you give your boss. The card is for your boss." Chloe replied. "Letter? What's written on the card?" "Uhm..... E.A. Yeah, Just E.A"

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

he said on a serious note. I was conflicted, but something deep down let me know he was telling me the truth and that it was best to have him as a confidant than as an enemy, so I opted to speak. "My name is Scarlett Vladislav. The last of the Vladislavs. Because I was wolfless, my father's Beta sold me to my mates. They took the south from me and maltreated me. Things got better between us, until a Merchant called Gregory Olsen from the west slept on my bed. I did not know how he got there because I was drugged. He claimed we had relations, but I knew he was lying. I was tried for infidelity and found guilty. I was stripped of my title as Luna of the north and south and sentenced to three y