Veronica Court Novels & Stories

I still recalled with clarity how she'd cried aloud and sounded so sweetly blissed out. "Veronica was asking for you specifically yesterday," Kenneth said, arching one brow. I didn't reply, staring at him and knowing he wouldn't lie. Not about that. Veronica was a regular, loaded with money and an insatiable sex drive. If she wasn't at one of the Bratva's operated sex clubs, she'd be at another elsewhere. The older woman had no scruples about seeking out pain and pleasure, and to my knowledge, she'd never once uttered a safe word.

Veronica said "No, not until I tell you too. If you cum before I tell you to then you will be punished," I replied. Veronica was a moaning mess. Tia wasn't helping her because she kept rubbing her clit and sucking on her nipples. "Oh, please, My King. I can't hold on for much longer," Veronica moaned "What is it that you want?" I asked "To cum," Veronica said "Then you will have to beg me to let you cum, you dirty slut" I growled

Veronica cuss angrily and try to te him to please let go but it is too late, one of the men see her and inform the others who rush over It's then they both notice it's not only the guards but also cops who are in plain clothes searching for her "Miss. Veronica Giuliana?" "You are under arrest for the assault on Miss. Yasmin Cassidy, you can choose to remain silent or anything said would be use against you in the court of law" "What...what's going on?" Conrad asked but they ignore him and take Veronica away. For about a minute Conrad stood there not knowing what to do He hear the cop reading out her crime and guess what it must have been about

he said with a small smile. I simply nodded, trying to comprehend everything he had just said. “Listen, Veronica. I’ve looked at your hospital files, and I can help you.” “What?” “There’s a trial treatment for PODS, and with my connections, I can get you in.” “How?” I whispered, looking away as a single tear escaped. He leaned forward and brushed it away. “Marry me.” His voice fanned against my skin. “Together, we’ll bring down Caleb’s empire and expose him for the monster he is, and you’ll get to live a long, healthy life.”

the answer coming too quickly, too automatically. Veronica let out a soft sound, something between a snicker and disbelief, “did you know she’s after Mr Kingsley,” she asked, and my heart dropped instantly. “What,” the word barely left my lips, my thoughts scrambling, my mind trying to reject it before it could even settle, no, that couldn’t be right, Cynthia would have told me, she told me everything, didn’t she. “Then she’s not your friend,” Veronica said simply, “and I’d bet she’s in Adrian’s office right now,” and the air around me suddenly felt heavier, thicker, harder to breathe through.

Always watching, never missing a move. Later, the Luna noticed too. Vera moved through the corridors like a viper, beautiful and dangerous, her half-healed face stitched and shining. Her voice dripped with venom every time Veronica entered the room. “Whore,” she said one morning loud enough for all to hear. Veronica smiled sweetly. “You sound threatened.” The Luna’s eyes burned. “You don’t belong here.” “Maybe not,” Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.”

com Attached: One audio file. Ava hesitated for less than a second before hitting play. What she heard nearly made her drop her phone. “…this isn’t about business, Ben. You’re crossing lines—lines that’ll burn you eventually.” Veronica’s voice. “You think I care about lines? I’ve buried better men than Dominic Steele. If I have to ruin a five-year-old to win, so be it.” “He’s a child!” Veronica hissed. “And children grow into enemies,” Maddox growled. “I’m not leaving loose ends.”

I still needed to figure out how to find evidence that my uncle killed my father. I parked the car, turned to tell Veronica to get out only to find her grinning to herself. I wondered what she was up to now “Wipe that look off your face, we’re here”, I get out of the car. We walked into the cafe, heading towards the counter. Veronica's mouth was gaping at the cakes lined up in the glasses. I could see the invisible drool by the side of her mouth in my head, her eyes were shining so bright. "Pick your mouth off of the floor”, I snickered, brushing past her to meet Greta at the table. She was an old friendly woman who owned this business with her husband. A kind-hearted soul who liked to poke