Veronica Carter Novels & Stories

Ciara said "You knew Veronica wanted to hurt Cami all this time and never said anything? I growled "Veronica is my cousin," Ciara said "Where did she take Cami?" I asked "Our grandparents left Veronica a house about two hours away. She said she was going to take her there," Ciara said "You are coming with us," I said, and Ciara began shaking her head "I can't. My little sister has Lupus, and she needs surgery. Veronica promised to pay for it. The operation is in two days, and if she doesn't receive it, she will die," Ciara said

I noticed he focused mostly on the beef caldereta, savoring it slowly. “Veronica, do you have a business here too?” Mom asked. I looked at Veronica, observing her closely. “No, I’m just here on vacation,” she said, smiling. Veronica was stunning. Probably in her thirties, flawless skin, smooth and fair. Her makeup was bold but elegant, enhancing her features rather than covering them. She carried herself confidently, every movement graceful. I was about to take more caldereta when Ninong gently moved my hand away and placed a plate of vegetables in front of me.

she added with a tight smile, her hands clenched at her sides. Veronica was trying so hard not to physically attack Sarah. She hated how she now carried herself with an aura of authority, class, and self-confidence. Sarah’s face remained impassive. She was not really affected by Veronica’s jab. She was intentionally trying to humiliate and shame her by making assumptions because of what happened with Edward in the past. But before Sarah could speak, Cara laughed. “Oh, Veronica, you’re hilarious. You’re talking about ‘working up’ when you’ve been the one leeching off Edward Huxley for years? Is that why you’re here today? To get another desperate attempt at keeping him interested?”

0 said and continue talking about things. Wow, this is Hilary's point of view when I am talking to her? Am I always this loud and I am telling a story? "Settle, please be sitted in your assigned seats." our professor said. She is Miss Ricafronte, she's our teacher in Calculus. She doesn't give high grades at all unless you gave her high scores on the quizzes, discussion, and assignments. So basically, what you give is what she encodes.

"This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos." "You fucking bitch." I cursed. "Oh Channing, hey." She said, before I heard glass breaking. "No I want the other syringe and tubing, bird brain." She shouted. "Sorry Channing, I'm currently in the middle of about to force feed the Vampire King. So if you could do me a huge favor and bring his mate over that would be great." There was an angry growl and some hissing. "So help me I will shift and kill your mate if you do not sit the fuck down and stop acting like a fucking baby, Vlad." Then the line went dead.

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

Without a hint of hesitation and my face reflecting their dead hearts, I say. “I – Valerie Carson – the only heir to the Carson throne, challenge Valak Carson for his title!” The second those magical words pass my lips - all hell breaks loose. Not even the Gods can interfere now.

The scent of her that sharp vanilla and lime juice mixed with the expensive tobacco smoke Tarek had left behind was still hanging in the air, mocking me. I watched through the glass partition as Veronica escorted Al-Sayed toward the private express lift. Her asymmetrical cream dress clung to her curves with an agonizing, architectural perfection, her patent-leather stilettos clicking sharply against the marble like a countdown. She didn't look back at the office. She didn't offer a single glance toward the man who had slammed her onto her desk less than a week ago to demand her submission. She was untouchable. She was a goddamn queen walking her palace, and she had just left her kings standi

Carter, please forgive me. She clasped her hands in front of me as if she had made a significant mistake. I frowned slightly, though the smile on my face remained intact. I couldn't understand what she was saying. Perhaps we had met before, but the memory escaped me. I hope it wasn't anything too serious. And because I couldn't remember what she was trying to say, I pretended that I did. ''It's okay, Miss...'' ''Veronica...'' she said, her voice still shaking. ''My name is Veronica. Thank you so much! I thought you were going to fire me...''

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I