Veronica Gonzales Novels & Stories

“Let’s go!” *** “Miss Glazier, it’s not safe! Please stop, she could harm you!” The bodyguards tried to stop Veronica, but she didn’t listen to anyone. “Let me check!” Veronica snapped at one of them and stepped out of the building, Camera flashes made her extremely uncomfortable but she reached the woman. “Makeba!!” she exclaimed as the woman came into her view and she rushed to her. All the uproar about wealth, status, race, and equality died down quickly as Veronica hugged the Black American woman putting an end to all the gossip. Noah ended Aries’s call and reached her through the crowd. “Do you know her?”

He cried. I turned to Old Grandpa. “I don't have the time to prove my innocence, Allen was the one that cheated, I caught him in bed with another woman…on my way back to report Allen I got involved in an accident…the man in the picture, he was the one that saved my life,” I defended. “Accident?” Allen scoffed. “If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.”

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

Agad na tanong ni Veronica at patakbo na lumapit sa'kin. "Siya si Mr. Zykiel Willis. Bagong enlist na agent." Sagot ko. Napatalon ako ng bigla niya akong sundutin sa gilid. "Veronica!" Saway ko. Humagikhik siya habang pasulyap na tumingin kay Mr. Willis. "Ang gwapo!" Patili niyang bulong. Hindi ko alam kung bakit pero bahagya akong nainis sa sinabi ni Veronica.

again. ***** Veronica// I can do it!! I'm a great actress!! I got this! Just keep your focus on the goal Veronica!! I keep telling that myself the whole flight and the whole time I wait at the airport. I am shaking but not from the cold but the pain I feel in my heart. I feel disgusting, used and dirty. How do people live with something like that? How do they move on , make a family and live .. I don't want to live.. I lost everything in a matter of some months because of power hungry men, and I will be doomed if I don't make them pay!!

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

How dare he lay his hand on his secretary. "Sorry but this girl has been a bad one and i finally found her." Gerald answered. He didn't expect him to come. "Even at that! She's my secretary. You don't have the right to abuse my staffs in my company. Now, get out. You are not worthy to even step this reception not to talk of my office." Damien stated and turned to Kimberly who was already crying helplessly.

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

—necklaces taken from defeated demigods. Don was so mad, as he imagined his eyes glowing just like the wolf's. He raised his sword. Phelan's army cheered for her from her inner self as she could only get the voice herself, but the sounds died when Don dodged her first swing and sliced her dagger in half, right between the handholds. “Wii” she whimpered. “AAAA!” Don spun and kicked her in the snout. She staggered backward, trying to regain her footing, then lowered her head to charge. But She never got the chance. Don's sword flashed—slicing off part of Phelan's right arm, then the other. She tried to grab Don with a lot of energy, but she couldn't. He rolled away, picking up half of her bro