Novel & Cerita Veronica Dare

She was the one with magical abilities? Julian closed the door behind us. Slowly, I made my way to Veronica, then sat beside her on the couch. Her eyes never left me the entire trek. “You don’t believe it,” she said. “I have questions,” I admitted. She was wearing a solid blue sweater and gray slacks. Slowly, she began to lift up her sweater, revealing a tattoo along the side of her ribs: an upside down wolf skull. “I was once a secret member of the underground organization,” Veronica said. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused. Familiar. Haley lifted her head, teeth clenched. “You’re dead.” Veronica stepped into the torchlight, pristine as ever. No blood. No sweat. Her silver eyes glittered. “Not yet,” Veronica said. “And not before you watch.” Rage flared hot and reckless. “If you touched my children—” Veronica laughed softly. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. They weren’t the prize.” She tilted her head. “You were.”

“I can’t take no for an answer, “Veronica said as she was fully transformed into her new monstrous form. Terrified of her ex-girlfriends’ transformation, June ran as far as she could hoping to reach the exit of the library. But Veronica pulled out a school locker out of the wall with her tail and threw it towards the exit, keeping June trapped within the library. “You will be mine,” Veronica said in her monstrous voice. “Whoa and I thought guys were pushy,” June said as she gestured her fingers to defend herself. In the blink of an eye, June released a barrage of fire to engulf as she ran to escape her wrath. “You will be mine.” Veronica said as she slithered toward June. She constricted he

It's your only chance, Ronnie, to make it work. "Look, okay, you don't know me, but my name is Veronica Taylor. As in the only survivor of the Taylor murders a few years back. I know it was Sidhe that killed my folks, but I have no idea why. Was it because of some centuries-old blood feud or am I like…someone's changeling and Mom didn't want to give us back? I know my older brother had the same eyes as me, but I know Dad is just human. Did she piss someone off, was she like magic betrothed? I know the Elder Fae don't care for liars. I just…I just want some answers. I just want to what happened, and if it was anyway, my fault…"

Veronica’s eyes opened slowly. The room was dark, lit only by faint moonlight slipping through the window. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she heard it again. Movement. She turned her head slightly. Christiana’s bed was empty. Veronica’s heart skipped. Slowly, she lifted herself just enough to look around. The door to the dormitory was slightly open. A shadow slipped through it. Christiana. Veronica’s breath became shallow. She’s going again… Without thinking too much, Veronica quietly got out of bed.

Veronica, the real one, was shaking in pure anger as she listened to what the dark witch was saying. She can’t bear to imagine that Liam had sex with this ugly fart. She just stole her identity, her very own beautiful face and body just so she could go to Bresmont and replace her. “Do you want to hear the details, my dear foolish Veronica?” The dark witch’s voice was lace with mockery. Her face was telling her how stupid she was to trust someone like her.

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

Undoubtedly, this woman knows how to get into Pyke’s nerves. “You don’t wanna know, Camila.” Her eyes gleam with deviltry. “Trust me, I’m dying to know who you are.” I also wanted to punch your nose for ruining our lunch date. “I’m Athena Gray, sweetheart,” she says with pride in her voice. A sudden coldness hits my core as soon as the word Gray sinks into my brain. My knees weaken, making me almost lost my balance. Pyke grabs my waist before I completely stumble to the floor.

It was his best method to dodge the questions when he didn’t want to answer them back. Wades was not an ordinary vampire minister. He knew Faust so well. Instead of falling for his trap, he responded to him. “Because Veronica is not a royal Pure Blooded Vampiress. That is enough of a reason for me to get worried for her. But I don’t understand your reasons.”

We slipped through a gap in the chain-link fence. The courtyard was a graveyard of industrial decay. But the loading dock was clean. Veronica stood there. She looked like a ghost in the moonlight. She wore a flowing white dress, untouched by the mud or the chaos of the chase. Her blonde hair was perfect, cascading over her shoulders. She sat on a crate, swinging her legs leisurely. And in her arms, she held Sayler.