Veronica Heathers Musical Novels & Stories

Helen's voice turned low, “Your goal is to be the Mrs. Anderson, to enter the Anderson family, not to act out a love drama with Thiago! As long as you reach your goal, it’s worth it, even if Kira humiliates you!” “But auntie.” “Enough! I’ll deal with your matters. Right now, I need to find a way into the Board of Directors, don’t disturb me.” With that, Helen coldly hung up. Veronica sat on the bed, so angry she was about to crush her phone screen. Then, another call came through. It was an unfamiliar number. Veronica wiped her tears, answering impatiently. “Who is this?” “Ahley, it’s been a while since we’ve last talked. How’s everything going in Hemsworth?”

Always watching, never missing a move. Later, the Luna noticed too. Vera moved through the corridors like a viper, beautiful and dangerous, her half-healed face stitched and shining. Her voice dripped with venom every time Veronica entered the room. “Whore,” she said one morning loud enough for all to hear. Veronica smiled sweetly. “You sound threatened.” The Luna’s eyes burned. “You don’t belong here.” “Maybe not,” Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.”

Carlson's gaze lowered down to my stomach. “Let me grab us some snacks and drinks” I nodded in approval while he walked away. Suddenly there is a bright light at the stage. Veronica and her squad walked out on the stage wearing the same big rim glass with a creamy cardigan. She’s dressed exactly as me, my voice plays on a loud speaker confessing to Jamie how I felt about him. Veronica demonstrates. Everyone laughs so hard as she chorus with her squad. “Needy virgin..needy virgin” My gaze lowered to the floor as tears flowed like a river. I wish to get out of here but I couldn’t make a move. Too scared, too wounded, too broken to even make a move.

The song lasted for more than four minutes, and as it ended, she bowed and left the stage with the rest of the choir. Just before turning away, she shot Logan another cold look. Logan raised an eyebrow at her response. Veronica then had to head to the ladies’ room to change into her regular clothes, collect her pay cheque, and go home. Aside from her classes and work, she spent most of her time with Milo and helping out her sister. As Veronica turned down a hallway toward the restroom, she encountered two men who appeared to be in their late twenties. As soon as they saw her, they began to whistle.

And Veronica being her best friend, confirmed the thing too. “Y… yes. I may have an idea where…. Where your muscles are..” Veronica replied in one go, not heeding her words. Hebrew raised one of his brows. He was still bare-bodied, and this was rendering the girl a bit senseless. “Veronica…, my sister, not my muscles, dear.” Hebrew corrected her grabbing his shirt from the right corner of his wardrobe. Veronica heard his tone from far away. It’s then she realized that he had been choosing one of the shirts- a cream shirt to be precise, that didn’t match with his dusky ashen pants. But he seemed to not pay any attention to all that right now; his hurried actions confirmed this fact.

Even though she was scared of his behavior, she presented herself as being strong and unphased by it. “Yeah, you’re right. I am sorry!” Aries avoided eye contact and slowly reached out to take the glass of wine in his hand. Keith went to say something, but before he could, Veronica interrupted him. “Let’s play some music!” With a gentle smile, she reached for her phone to play some of her favorite songs to ease the tension in the room. Chase heard the song and made his way across the room to reach Veronica. “Mama, dance!” He clapped his hands.

I screamed, even though she was right beside me. “Hold on, hold on,” Veronica said and walked up to the DJ. The music was turned off and Veronica picked up a microphone. I stared curiously at her, wondering what evil was going on in her mind. Veronica smirked sinisterly at me before facing the crowd. “I would like to call on our celebrant to the dancefloor!” My heart skipped as I stared at the little devil in dismay. She winked mischievously at me as the guests began cheering for me.

She screamed bitterly. “But since I couldn't get you, and you were so lucky to escape. I'm afraid your daughter won't be so lucky.” She made a mocking face. As she spoke, Veronica got more enraged and burst out in white light, her hair turned pure silvery white, and her eyes turned pure white. She began to float in the air, and everyone moved far away from her. She went straight to Caterina, who was shocked, and was trying to run away. She immediately grabbed her by the neck and asked her where her daughter was. Caterina said nothing, but laughed loudly. She then used her magic to hit Veronica, causing her to move back, letting Caterina's neck slip out of her hands.

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on

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.