Veronica Fox Novels & Stories

"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!"

Bella: Weston Gabriel Leone Veronica: Isabella Sofia Leone. I kinda like it. Isabella Sofia Saint aka Bella Sofia Saint, Hmm, I like that,too. Bella: I’m hanging up now, I am tired of that subject. Veronica: OK, Fine. Just tell me where in London you are so I can get a plane ticket to come see you. Harlowe has been so boring without you. Bella: Westloch London. We’ll be here until Saturday then I’ll be in Valencia Italy

Veronica. "Catrinaaaa..." A voice floated down the tunnel, melodic and mocking. It sounded like a warped version of my own voice, distorted by the echoes of the concrete. "I know you're down here, little sister. I can smell the expensive perfume Julian bought you. I can smell the fear on your skin." Julian shifted, his thumb clicking the safety off his weapon. I squeezed his arm, signaling him to stay silent. Veronica was a hunter of the dark; she fed on the sound of breathing.

com Attached: One audio file. Ava hesitated for less than a second before hitting play. What she heard nearly made her drop her phone. “…this isn’t about business, Ben. You’re crossing lines—lines that’ll burn you eventually.” Veronica’s voice. “You think I care about lines? I’ve buried better men than Dominic Steele. If I have to ruin a five-year-old to win, so be it.” “He’s a child!” Veronica hissed. “And children grow into enemies,” Maddox growled. “I’m not leaving loose ends.”

She switched her surfboard from her right hand to her left and then extended her right hand to me for a hand shake “Hey” I replied, taking her hand. I was surprised by how quickly she noticed me and came over. “I'm Veronica” “Nice to meet you, Veronica” she smiled widely. “You seem to be very absorbed in watching me, do you surf?” I let out a light nervous laugh. Was this how fast people made conversation with others here? “No. Oh no. I’m not a surfer. I'm more of a beach towel, sunscreen type of girl. I just love the way you moved in the water. It was fascinating”

said Veronica, waving her hand in front of her face before grabbing her coffee that had not been touched since it was served. "Ah- Huh! I can smell, Veronica, something is troubling you. What is it!?" Hosey asked, her tone was concerning. "Do you remember Rebecca Jonas?" Veronica said to Hosey. "That brown head girl in the college, and the famous ex of your boyfriend?" Hosey replied with a frown on her face. "Yes, that same Rebecca Jonas!" Veronica said and leaned on her chair; simultaneously she no longer tried to mask her distress.

So Veronica then spoke calmly, “I have no care to prove my integrity over some petty besmirching of my name and disrespecting my crown.” Her voice was cold as she maintained a confident eye contact with the powerful people in the room. See, Ruby is a great actress but she could only play one role. An innocent, pitiful, kind damsel that is too good for all of this. However, that won't work all the time. Especially in a situation where they need claws and canines bared out as they aim to rip each other apart. And that is what Veronica was good at—trained and raised for such harsher roles.

My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell. My nostrils flare, taking in the most exotic, tempting scent I have ever come across. The smell of fresh grass mix with vanilla is coming from far away. That person is definitely a newbie or fresher. Let me shift! Dakota again scratches in my head. He swings his tail rapidly, hitting my brain’s walls. This stupid wolf! No animal p**n for him. I’m going to block that national geographic channel. I don’t know what he is learning from it.

The thought of that little bastard I adopted bargaining with her father’s life makes me want to lose my mind. She looks up at me suddenly, eyes glassy. “Do you think I’m worthy of being loved?” I set my glass down, move closer, and cup her face gently with both hands. “Cariño,” I say, voice low, “you are worth far more than that boy ever deserves. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly how much.” She hesitates, then nods. “My name’s Veronica…” she starts, then laughs under her breath, a little breathy sound. “Veronica Harper. I’m—uh—23. Medical student at Horizon.”

I missed my old looks, but I did tell myself I had to do everything possible to stay under the radar. “What?! No way a little girl like her could beat me.” Luke gawked at me like he could not believe Mr. Griffen would even suggest such a thing. “Trust me. She has talent. It is clear by the way she stands. Her feet and legs are in perfect form to toss you flat on your back before you can blink. She could easily fight off mutants and be a superhero someday. Mark my words. That is if her smart mouth does not land her in bigger trouble first.” He smirked as he said.