Veronica Case Novels & Stories

Caleb is there too, as Supreme Judge, looking uncomfortable about presiding over a case involving his sister, cousin, and President. Veronica, conveniently, isn’t here. I haven’t seen her face, not in public, in private, or at the legal proceedings. I’m not sure when she’s going to be back. Hopefully soon, so I can reject her and put a stop to at least one of my problems.

Soon, she came to her senses and left to call Bismarck. Veronica had just learned from her source that it was Jane’s doing. She was so enraged that she hung up the phone and drove straight to the Frank’s Jewels company. Veronica was aggressive all the way. The receptionist wanted to stop her, but before she could finish speaking, Veronica went straight into the elevator. She wanted to beat Edward for a long time, but she stopped. Besides, Alexia didn't want her to do anything, so she held back. But now, she couldn't hold back anymore. She was going to beat him up!

“Miss... Miss St... Miss Sterling, I assure you, everything is being handled—” “Handled?” Veronica hisses. “It’s been bloody three days. I was told I’d have confirmation of the sperm's potency immediately to get everything checked rightly before my upcoming marriage. Now, suddenly, no one can give me a straight answer?” The director’s face pales, “There was… an unforeseen complication.” Veronica’s faces scrunches up at the ridiculous excuse. “What kind of complication?” The administrator doesn't say anything and she narrows her eyes. --- ATHENA'S POV

I stuttered in nervousness. Mr. Vergara did not say a word when I asked him that, he ignored me, and instead of answering my questions to him he walked back in the direction of his chair. He simply sat there in the swivel chair and still looked at me smoothly, as if he was attracting me, it looks like I have to be firm in it, I can't fall for him !. My mission is to destroy him !. My mission is to hurt him !. And what I came here for is justice !.

"Isn't everything settled now?" "No, the police will want to take Veronica away." "Well isn't that what is supposed to happen?" Joana asked. "I mean Cassandra is a part of her, isn't she? And she killed Raymond and Sylvester... Why is that a problem." "Veronica doesn't deserve to be locked up and treated badly for something she wasn't aware of until now." Grace said. "Besides, Veronica kept her under control, you all saw that else I would be dead by now--"

"So,there is news going that you are Mrs.Anna Thompson wife of Mr.Xavier Thompson and not Ms.Jasine Warner is it true and if it is not then how can you explain??",stella asked her which brought my interest to her questions, wow remind me to talk and reward the show director because they are definitely good with the questions I need the answers,Although I was very angry regarding the accusations brought on her as she is wrong and not Warner heir but I hated to say it is totally my fault unknowingly, as the reporters are frighten because of me, if they write wrong about me they clearly know the consequences so which made them write that she is wrong.

she asked "yes, we are done here also" they got up and accompany her to the company Ryan was in the office when they got inside "where did fuck have you been" he seem not to notice she came in with companies Veronica ignored her and went to her table to carry her bag and to also take her phone from Ryan table, she was stopped from going further when Ryan snatched the bag away from her "why did you switch off your phone" "Ryan, she was with us" Liam cautioned him and she noticed him and Clara

Alpha Henrico ordered in a cool and calm voice. "Now to the elders, you may all begin." Luna Cara heart start to beat faster. She was going to die any moment from now if she would not excuse herself and run away. "Alpha, there has been strange things happening in Iceland pack, which is part of our territory. The people there are being slay viciously by an unknown creatures." "Uhm..." The breath from Luna Cara could be heard through out the court room. Because it was heavy, all eyes turned at her.

Veronica's voice filled the room again: "Irene, I'll handle the dock deal tonight. You stay home and rest. Your father's having friends over, make sure they've got cigars and whiskey ready. Oh, and don't tell your father where I'm going, you know how he gets, always sending people to shadow me. A girl needs some privacy. It's settled, then. You know I've always treated you like my own daughter. I'll bring you back something nice." Three statements, back to back, clear as day. She barely gave me a second to respond before hanging up. Then I dialed Veronica's number on speaker, straight to voicemail, beep‑beep‑beep. Before she could react, I grabbed a random member's phone and dialed again. Th

But normal life had cracks, and through those cracks the world still pressed. The first reminder came that afternoon. Veronica was nursing Mara on the living room couch when her phone buzzed with a notification from a news aggregator she had never quite managed to unsubscribe from. The headline was brief but sharp: “Lawson Heir’s Secret Family: One Year Later, Questions Remain.” She opened the link before she could stop herself.