Veronica Court Novels & Stories

Jaden had a girlfriend and he never even mentioned her in front of us. I looked at Veronica. She was thin, and she was wearing a red track suit with her short hair in a perfect bob, while her hand around Jaden. Her face was plastered with a layer of makeup, which actually made her look like a fake barbie doll, placed in the window shelves of expensive toy houses. They did not look good together at all. Why on earth did I have to witness this? And looking around, I saw that almost every person was paired up with someone. Except me. Before I could react to this situation, the trainer came in and began to stare at the crowd.

"As long as you're safe, that's all that matters." Jessica came up to us, phone in hand. "I've handed over all the evidence to the cops. They've already picked up Frank from Grand Willow Estate. They're going to dig into every case, and they won't let him off the hook." She paused, her gaze heavy with remorse. "Laura, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding..." "It's fine." The chat in the live stream was non-stop. [Ms. Smith, you've been through so much.] [My apologies for misjudging you.]

I leaned forwards resting my face on my fists, my interest peaked. Andrew cleared his throat, he glanced around as if the wall might hear, “Veronica’s past… It’s a bit complicated.” “Complicated? How?” “Well, her mother…” “Get to it Andrew.” “She wasn’t just the Luna of her pack. She was much more. Way more.” He said sitting down on the other side of my desk, “She… was a dream hopper.”

The council chamber was as tense as it could get, and one could almost feel the electric jolts moving through everyone. Everyone present knew how serious the case was. Veronica belonged to the upper-class society, and her association with Jethro made her case a high priority; she was almost his Luna. It also attracted quite a crowd to the hearing. The marble floors gleamed under high chandeliers, their polished surfaces reflecting the white walls and bright lights in this very excited atmosphere.

But I was sure that the most beautiful women I’d ever seen were in this room. “Close your mouth!” Veronica hissed in my ear. “Stop drooling over the other candidates. You look like a total fool!” I quickly closed my mouth and glanced at Veronica. She looked stunning today as well. The antique dress she bought from Osborn’s antique shop perfectly highlighted her arrogant and noble demeanor. Her head was held high, and the ruby necklace around her elegant neck made her look like a swan. “You’ll win today,” I said sincerely. She sneered, flipping her curly blonde hair. “Of course.”

"Don't worry. I'll see you at the courthouse tomorrow. After the divorce, do whatever you want. We'll never see each other again." Having said that, I ended the call and blocked his number again. … Early the next morning, Adeline and I arrived at the courthouse, only to see someone unexpected. It was Veronica. She wore a white dress, and I recognized it instantly. It was the one Rowan had bought her. After all, she had posted photos of it on social media to show it off. Before Adeline or I could get a single word in, Veronica's eyes glistened with tears. Her throat tightened, and her expression faltered. It was hard not to feel sorry for her.

When I was caught before, I only had to deal with Noah and Lorraine and there was no drama involved, but from the time I have arrived here, I feel like I have entered some other world. Every moment I come across a new trouble, a new confusion and an unanswered question. “ You all will pay for this. Just wait until we return. ” Veronica looses her cool and yells like a child. My ears perk up. She mentioned the same thing. ‘Return’. Where? “ Everything is fine for me as long as I am not forced to fuck you. ” Cassius comes up with such a snarky remark that I don’t hear Veronica’s voice again. This makes even my face heat up. I nibble on my lower lip and sneakily steal a glance at Veronica who i

Aries knitted his eyebrows as she accused him, and he stood up to face her. “I know you are aiming to acquire his hard-earned money, like Cynthia and Alfred Doyle, and you will realize your ambition after marrying Isla!” Veronica looked into his eyes. “Cut the charade!” Her slender finger pointed at his heart. “Your heart is black, and it has no good intentions for me!” “This is getting interesting now!” the signature smirk was on his sexy lips again and Veronica glared at him. She attempted to walk away when he seized her waist, her breast was pressed against his hard chest and Veronica parted her lips.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

She has no way of knowing how his gaze sweeps over the view, how it snags on me, topless and dirty, and how it narrows then on her. She continues to smirk at me, smug and overconfident, thinking she’s having her way. Everyone else sees though. Silence falls upon the crowd. Veronica, thinking her the champion in some great play, demands again, “Someone bring me a whip. How many lashes does this earn? Should we go by applause?” “What,” Caleb says sharply, “do you think you are doing?” Veronica’s face pales and she spins around. “M-my King!” Veronica lowers her head in reverence.