Veronica Fox Novels & Stories

Alexia smiles in her way and says to her, “You have suffered my friend, did you miss me?” Veronica looks on astonished and she closes her eyes and opens them several times. When she realizes that she is seeing well, she looks around her and back at Alexia before she asks, “Who are you? And where am I? My name is Veronica, you are not Alexia Rivas are you?” Alexia rushes to her with a broad smile on her face and holds her hands. She stands up and she hugs her and whispers, “Are you so stupid that you can’t recognize your own best friend?”

If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive. Veronica's personality is quite quiet, introverted and has no friends. She's the same age as me and doesn't come from a noble family. She is Ms Glenda's cousin, a descendant of a family with a tradition of ballet since childhood. Out of all of us here, Veronica is considered to be the most innovative and unique ballet dancer.

she had dark brown hair with a pale skin, the one that Asians have and she gave cool vibes. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Veronica" she greeted them and was guided to her bed which was gladly the top one, because she needed peace and least distraction. "Where are you from?" Amelia asked her in excitement. "I came from Virginia" she answered hesitatingly, she didn't wanted to reveal much information about herself. "And you're here for?" It was Rachel this time. "I'm studying psychology at university and I got myself transferred from there, gonna study second semester here" she finally revealed all the information at once which concerned them.

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

She asked, staring at Veronica’s hair. “What… What color is your hair?” She asked, with a shaky voice. “Black.” Veronica answered, wondering why she asked when it was obviously black. “No, I mean, is this the original color?” She asked further, and Veronica remained silent, not sure if it was going to be a good thing to tell her the truth. “I promise, nothing is going to happen to you. I just want to confirm something. I give you my words as the Luna of this pack.” After a little hesitation, Veronica finally answered, “NO. The original color is silver. I dyed it black myself.” She revealed, slowly.

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

I sneered at him, trying hard to disregard the fact that we are infact only inches away from fucking each other just now. "Oh." He chuckles before doing that lip bite again. "I wasn't aware you had the guts to tease me like this, Scarlett." Scarlett? The hell is he calling me right now? "My apologies, but you seemed to have mistook me for somebody else." I rush to tidy my clothes in attempt to leave and yet my actions and choose of my words remains irritating him. He grabs me by the arm but I was fast to dodge his touch. "What gives you the right to touch me- the Luna of the Wolves, you mere Lycan?" I looked down on him coldly.

(I'm just kidding, your room is next to mine, this is your key) Hamish replied, pointing to the next room and Veronica smiled shyly then took her room key from Hamish's hand and entered her room, she Putting down all his belongings and preparing all his gear to find Felix, his main weapons at the moment are his baygons, perfume, and sharp tweezers. Without Hamish knowing, Veronicaany walked out of the hotel and ordered a taxi and headed for Mr. Hook, Veronicaany doesn't want to lose track of Felix, she has to save her boss, if her boss isn't found, this also involves her job, she might lose her position as secretary. ***

Summer’s voice choked up badly. That bastard, Jasper, did not believe her. ‘He wouldn’t even know if he ended up wrapped around Veronica’s finger! Bastard!’ At Sea Coast Cafe... "Have you checked on the woman named Veronica?" Summer was wearing sunglasses. Her eyes were swollen from crying. "I checked. She comes from an ordinary family, but there’s an issue. She started having plastic surgery in junior high school, probably to look more like Victoria." Henri nodded and placed Veronica's information in front of Summer.

There was his teasing snigger again. "You bastard!" Veronica swayed her sword in air and pulled away the rose off her hair. She threw it down and crushed it with her feet. "I will not like anything that touched you. Remember that." She shredded the words with venom. "If you have the guts, come and appear before me and I will finish you within a blink of your eye." There was a heavy breathe heard very close to her and Veronica abhorred the sound of his sniff. He was smelling her like woman are his toys. "Get visible you monster." She shouted with might searching around the room for him with ferocity. "I'm your death either today or tomorrow. It is only a matter of time. Your countdown to the