Veronica Fox Author Novels & Stories

“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason: “Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim. “Why should I?” “‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the deed?”

A long and beautiful night, the first time for them to unite their feelings of love, the most beautiful gift from Allah. Felix and Amanda chose to move apartments, he didn't want to set foot in their old apartment anymore, for them it was like a nightmare full of wounds and blood, even though they survived, the shadow of those times still traumatized them. Now they live in an apartment close to Felix's house. The lavender-scented room soothes Amanda for a moment, Veronica's favorite air freshener, it is certain that her beautiful secretary has a scent here, Veronica is not just an ordinary secretary for them, even Veronica is seen as their right hand, Veronica also gives a special pillow for

She asked and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “The same ones you gave to Veronica that made her “caught” bald at both head and eyebrow Felix” I joked and she frowned at me. Veronica actually told me about Felix, her supposed fiancée, when she uploaded their pictures on facebook. I didn’t ask her about him because I’m trying my possible best to stay out of people’s life. When she called me the other day to talk about Harry, she had mentioned him and when I asked her who that was. Her reply was memorable. ‘You’re telling me, you’ve not been paying attention to my posts on social media and you called your self my friend’.

I told Luna Veronica She didn't. Veronica was a middle aged woman, stout, dark with a big nose that was oddly perfect for her round face. She had a permanent scowl on her face and even when she tried to smile it looked forced . Later I will come to find out that Veronica was an authoritarian who ruled the orphanage with a firm hand. It might be because she believed children need order, rules and discipline to thrive. I did not always agree with her methods but Veronica was also fair.

I must be crazy to fall into his charm! "What do you think?" Veronica rolled her eyes raucously. "I don't want to live a flashy and dramatic life. What about those women who swarm you like ants?" "About those bugs, eh?" William again let out a chuckle at Veronica's question. "I do not think they will become a problem for me. Rest assured. I will not let anyone harm you." "Whatever. As I said, do whatever you want," Veronica rolled her eyes in annoyance again before pointing to William's hand, which was still holding her right hand. "First, could you do something with your hand?"

The story of Lady Luna had built the bonfire, and the possibility that Cyrus – the only other person in Seafall that we knew of who had knowledge of the vampires – had staked a vampire had sparked the match. Face down on the far side of the desk, my phone vibrated. I ignored it for a while, intent on reading as much of the book as I could before night fell, and it was time to meet with Veronica again. Though she had to stay out of the sun, she had promised to try to see who was bringing her bags of blood. So far, she’d said, she hadn’t gone hungry; that meant that whomever was bringing the blood to her was watching her, and they had to be nearby.

Nicolas moved over by Zenya, who remained quiet and solemn. "Any thoughts," Nicolas asked softly. "No. I want to try and communicate with Amy, but I'm afraid." "Who's the vampire that hears telepathic communications?" "His name is Morris." "Who's the most dangerous vamp?" "That would be Amelia." "They have a female vampire?" "Victoria made her. Amelia hates all wolves, and isn't so fond of females of any species." "But she's female."

he whispered. I didn't answer. I pushed open the doors. The light was blinding. The noise of the reporters was a wall of sound. Flashbulbs went off like tiny explosions. I stepped onto the small stage they had set up. Daniel stepped up behind me, looking like a defeated servant. I looked into the cameras. I didn't see the people. I saw the weapon I was about to use. "My name is Veronica Hales," I began, my voice clear and steady. "I am the CEO of The Phoenix Group. Today, we begin production on our first film, The Anchor. This film is about the truth. It is about how people survive when the world tries to bury them."

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

Nothing felt more incredible and I couldn't stop smiling like a fool in love. "Thank you, but I'd really appreciate it if you don't address her as a little fox," I defended Veronica, besides she was the mother of my unborn child. My breath caught in my throat as I stole another glance and this time she was smiling at whatever my father said. I couldn't believe we fell apart but the moment I set my eyes on Veronica in the wilderness, only two words came to my mind. Pure and kind. She was so different from Evelyn, who acted proud and enjoyed the center of attention.