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I choose Better. Melissa S. Vice is an American author of erotica, fantasy and paranormal romance novels. Vice was born in Duluth, GA a proud Libra in the fall of October. She is the author of Oblivion, the fantasy romance novel and book one of her Tales of Incipion series, and the highly anticipated werewolf novel, Beneath the Blood Moon. An avid reader, she was introduced to her first taste of whimsical love, Wishes by Jude Deveraux, and has expanded her shelves since those tender years of youth and blissful ignorance. Her enjoyment for video games and books inspire unlimited worlds of adventure and everlasting love to rival those that had come before.

My shoulders slumped. “What?” “Um… darling,” Veronica said sweetly, coming to stand beside me. “She probably doesn’t know.” “But—” “But nothing Jackson,” she said. “If she knew what happened, she wouldn’t be crying over it, would she?” She wrapped her hands around me and drew me close to her. I wished I could push her and her disgusting lies away. “One of the neighbor’s foxes probably found its way into our house. It wouldn’t be the first time those little creatures destroyed something in our home,” she said, lying flawlessly, smoothly, like she’d planned it.

She purred flirtatiously, lifting her mouth in mute invitation for another kiss. Felix was so incensed by her behaviour that he overpowered me physically. He made me twist her arm behind her back and shove her body into the counter as I towered over her. "You have two options, Veronica. One: you tell me what exactly happened at the orphanage. Two: I break your bones." She shuddered under my hold and whimpered. Like the bitch she is, she screamed and cried loudly in order to gather the crowd. Too bad for her because no one paid her any attention.

They both laugh out and Alexia finds herself beside the roadside and she says to Veronica, “I am trying to get a taxi to work. I will call you if anything.” Veronica hangs up and she opens the lock of her phone and log in to the web. Truly, she sees her pictures everywhere and everyone is discussing her like she is the president of the nation or she was the top criminal of the nation. She sighs and looks up in the air and she shakes her head, she looks in front of her to see if any car is approaching from that side but she sees none.

“I’ve made mistakes. We all have. But I think the public deserves honesty, especially when deception is disguised as innocence.” The interviewer leaned in. “Are you referring to Celeste Laurent?” Veronica gave a tiny pause. A well-timed blink. “I’m referring to the environment that rewards some for playing a different game. I never weaponized my femininity. I didn’t need to. But some people did, and now they wear white to hide the red beneath.” The screen paused, frozen on Veronica’s poised expression. Celeste handed the tablet back without a word. She didn’t need to hear the rest. “She’s not attacking me outright. She’s building a case by implication.”

She shifts in my hold making me think she might be uncomfortable with the discussion. "Go on Dami." She urges and I give her a small smile which disappears once I dive back in to the sensitive topic. "What is her name?" "Veronica Mars." I tell her. " She wasn't my first but She did expand my Sexual desires and made me see Sex differently. She liked to be whipped, spanked, choked and tortured. She liked it rough. Really rough." I let out a sigh reliving the dark memories of my time spent with Veronica.

He intimidated her too much. The door opened and in walked the black witch, Veronica. Veronica was blond with pale skin but she wear black lipstick that gave her a gothic witch type vibe that was why Emma think of her as black WITCH. “What do you think you're doing?" The witch bashed her like an erupting volcano. Emma took a step back. "What are you talking about?" She asked softly, completely confused. "I know what a whore you are but stay the fuck away from my Xander or else you know what I'm capable of." Veronica hissed while grabbing her backpack and throwing it on the floor.

Little by little, I can feel my connection with my wolf start to weaken. I roll back and forth on the ground, sweating and shaking in my misery. I’m not sure how much time passes before I hear another set of footsteps outside my cell–high heels, this time. Veronica strides into my cell. She looks so healthy I hate her for it. She crouches down in front of me, examining me for a long moment. “I don’t get it,” Veronica says quietly. “What?” I choke out. “What he sees in you,” she replies, standing back up. “How he could still want to fuck you after everything. I heard him talking to you, you know. He doesn’t want you. Not really.”

Her ranting helped her ignore the horror until she’d run out of things to blame on the coven. Chris and Brian both took down her golem. Veronica was so horrified by their actions that she’d failed to take action against them. All she needed was her bag of her workings in it. There’d been no time to search for it. Now it was lost to her, and she wanted to cry again over this. That spellbook was left for her out in those woods. She’d taken so much time to retrieve it safely. When she’d opened it, Veronica knew from the first page it was a spellbook that fit her perfectly and she’d be able to do everything she wished. Her abilities and powers would know no limit. They’d grow organically, and sh