Veronica Cartwright Nude Novels & Stories

It was almost evening when she got out of the pool and wrapped a towel around her waist. She was returning to her room when Carter came back home. She immediately wore a long sized shirt over head before he sees her in bikini and panties. But to her dismay he already witnessed her running naked to her room. He followed her to the room and knocked on the door as she locked it from inside. When she didn't open it on the first knock, he became louder. "Open it Veronica!" He growled. Not to make him mad, she opened the door as if letting the beast inside.

I moan as I brush my wet hair back and lift my face up to the cascading waters. “Yes. This is my favourite place in the pack.” “I see why that is.” I respond as I begin to wipe my body clean the best way I can, without pulling off my dress. “If we had a waterfall in our pack, I would have—oh my God!” My eyes widen when it settles on Veronica's nude body. Even though I whirl around and slam my eyes shut, the image of Veronica's naked body becomes ingrained in my mind's eye against my wishes. Veronica laughs, as if she's completely having fun at my expense.

Yuna pulled Veronica's blanket and pulled her bandaged hand. "Yuna stop it!" Yogi pushed Yuna's body. “Vi-Vero, you….” He immediately looked away when he saw Veronica's open shirt. Enduring the pain in her hands, Veronica sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover her chest. "You two? What have you guys done?” Yuna's eyes widened and pointed sharply at Veronica. After only a few minutes inside, not a single button on Veronica's shirt was fastened.

I was so dumbfounded, I almost didn't see the Mr Crabs sleeping boxers she had on. Immediately, I checked my phone to see what she had done and I instantly gave an horrified gasps. Me: Hunter, this is Cynthia. So I know you both are still on cloud nine and love looks perfect, good for you guys. I honestly have no problem with it, but if Veronica is going to be laughing like she's the first woman on the planet to have a boyfriend, disturbing us with her weirdly loud laugh- which I hope you've heard by the way- then I won't take it. If she laughs out loud one more time, I'll seize her phone, capisce! 😑

They all pretended to be busy, as if sudden bouts of spreadsheet formatting had become urgent national security issues. “Details,” I demanded, rolling my chair closer, elbows on the desk. “I need to know what kind of sexual trauma can incapacitate a grown woman for twelve hours. Spill.” She made a show of stretching and back arching, revealing just how many vertebrae had gotten a workout. “Well, since I knew we were mates, I walked into his room at 2 a.m. naked and put my nipple in his mouth." "Vera!" I snorted. “Preach.”

I clarify. — She deliberately made me believe she was expecting a child from me. She falsified the tests. And then she took medication to induce the death of the fetus when she wasn’t even pregnant with me. — Do you have evidence of this, Mr. Delcourt? — Yes. I will send you all the documents. I also have the testimony of the main victim, Lyra Belval. My voice trembles for a moment when I say her name. But she is there, beside me. Upright. Present. Her hand on mine.

Veronica's perfectly staged performance turned me into the villain of the entire Luthor family. That night, I got a text message from her with an attached photo. In the picture, Veronica lay naked in a hotel bed, curled up against Lex's chest. She looked straight at the camera and flashed a triumphant peace sign. Under the image was a single line: [Catherine, Lex says you're the only one in his heart, but his body sure seems to be a lot more honest. See? He's right here next to me right now.]

The feeling similar to nausea in his stomach earlier from the party, that had been MIA the whole evening, returned. Despite knowing it was not a good idea, and how much the withholding sight would hurt him, his intrigue got the best of him and he found his feet leading him to the living room. Veronica was sitting next to Roth on the couch, still in her short navy blue dress from earlier that evening. They had perhaps been streaming a movie earlier, but currently she was trailing the tip of her index finger up along his inner thigh, still covered by his dress pants, and over the expanse of the growing bulge between his legs, while looking at him seductively.

She stared at nothing in particular in the room. Her mind replayed the dream that had caused her sudden wakefulness. Veronica had been standing over a man. He had been naked and laid out across the bed. She stood over him, her own body naked as well. She held a burning candle in her hands and slowly tipped the burning candle's wax across the man's chest. At first Vernonica thought her consciousness was playing out a scene from a movie, however she was shocked to hear her own name whispered from the man's lips with painful pleasure as the candle wax burned down his chest.

Veronica I pulled his belt apart and undid the top button of his jeans. His hands covered mine, but he didn't stop me. "That's what you want?" He leaned down, his face an inch from mine. "You want a good, hard fuck? You miss my cock inside you?" He spun me around, bending me forward and slapping my hands hard on the altar. "Keep them there. Don't fucking move." I gasped as he undid my shorts and tore them and my panties down and off, then shoved my tank top up and pushed my bra beneath my breast, so that when he bent me all the way over, the cold stone of the altar made me shudder.