Veronica Costume Heathers Novels & Stories

How wrong we were, to think that Veronica wouldn't catch on our plans and this was the outcome. "Now, now." Veronica's voice boomed in the grand hall. She was seated on her throne and what? She even had make-up on, the black lipstick she wore making her potray who she really is. She had on the crown of the Queen of Cosmos and a dark blue gown with a cream coloured ceremonial robe. What the fuck was she celebrating?

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Do you have a death wish?" His subordinate fell to his knees. "Mr. Holden, the boss immediately went to inform you about it, but you were bathing at the time, and Ms. Dane said she would pass the message on…" A bark of furious laughter exploded from Callum's lips. "Bring Veronica here, now!" When Veronica heard that Callum wanted to see her, she deliberately put in the effort to dress herself up. She first found out what Alicia's usual fashion style was. Then, she imitated it by wearing a princess dress and leaving her long black hair down. Paired with the pouty, adorable look she wore, it was as though they were the same person.

DEX. "You can turn now," Veronica says, and I prepare myself before I face her, and she cackles as she pulls at the ends of the shirt. "Hideous, isn’t it?" She’s in one of my loose black shirts, and it practically swallows her, reaching her mid-thighs. Christ, was she always that tiny?

she uttered then walked towards the dress and handed it to me. "You should hurry up, Conrad hates waiting," I take the dress from her hold. "Can you turn around please?" I asked. Veronica let out a deep breath and then turned around but I heard her murmur something. "As if there is something to see," she whispered but I didn't bother to respond. I removed my clothes and then wear the long blue gown. Unlike Veronica, it's a turtle gown but the back is open and it has a slit on the side that shows my right leg.

“Edward calls me Kitty but you can call me Veronica.” “Kitty.” “You don’t have to…” Veronica was about to tell her that she could call her by her real name but then what was the point? Edward had gotten into the poor girl’s head, the only thing she knew now was how to be obedient to him. No one else mattered to her now but him. “Don’t worry about that. Here, take this and wear it. Edward wants to see you in it.” Cathy dutifully collected the red and black leather gown that Veronica was holding out to her and put it on. It was like a second skin on her body, clinging so tight that there was barely enough of it to allow free movement.

The women wore long flowing dresses in hues of purple and gold, while the men wore matching robes with intricate embroidery. As I walked through the crowds, I caught sight of Veronica. She was dressed in a simple yet stunning black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and she wore minimal makeup that made her natural beauty shine. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I made my way towards her. She looked stunning in her native attire and I felt my heart skip a beat. Just as I was about to approach her, Matilda appeared in front of me, blocking my path. I tried to wave her off and continue towards Veronica, but s

Their presence hinted at a wedding. Suddenly, the brilliant lights twinkled, and joyful music began to play. To thunderous applause, Veronica, in a custom-designed gown adorned with a million dollar worth of diamonds, ascended the stage in an off-shoulder silver dress, with Helen at her side. She bowed to the crowd in gratitude. “Wow! Look, she’s wearing a dressing customized by Camille!” Someone whispered in awe. “So gorgeous… A million-dollar dress for a birthday party? The Anderson really spoil her!” Hearing the praises, Veronica reveled in her moment of glory, absolutely delighted!

Instead of the heavy sound of a footstep, she heard the click of stilettos and was convinced that it was Barbara. All she heard was gentle breathing and the fragrance of a strange perfume, taking out the probability of the person to be Barbara. Since no word was heard by her, she lifted her head to meet the cold eyes of Veronica, taking off her designer fur coat and hanging it on the hook behind the door, revealing her cute yellow flare dress and matching stilettos. At that instant, Monica wondered if she was the older one since Veronica looked radiant and full of energy. She held a gift back in her left hand as she approached Monica and sat in front of her. If an outsider walked in, the pai

"Strip. Slowly. I want to watch you undress. Want to see the merchandise I just purchased." Veronica's hands went to the back of her dress, finding the zipper. She pulled it down slowly, letting the dress fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood in just her heels and the barely-there thong she'd worn under the dress. Alexander's eyes traveled over her body with the appreciation of someone looking at fine art. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Now the thong. Remove it." Veronica hooked her fingers in the thong and slid it down her legs, stepping out of it. She remained in just the heels.

It was enough to put a bigger smile on his face. Despite the impending danger his brain was warning him about all day since he got out of bed, to his wonder, all he felt instead at the moment was a sense of ease and relief...some sort of reprieve from all the pressure and paranoia he had been dealing with the past few days. Veronica stood behind the mic stand, dead center on the stage and positioned behind the keyboard while she did a slow-paced dance. She looked stunning in her tapered-to-the-waist black dress, which he wasn't a fan of because it had quite a plunging neckline. She matched it with a crisp white, unbuttoned blazer that only added points to her "VIP look".