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She matched it with a crisp white, unbuttoned blazer that only added points to her "VIP look" Then, more formally this time, the lead guitarist welcomed the audience, as well as the group of raving teenagers in the back, all drunk and growing more rambunctious by the minute. "This first song is for the emotional, hormonal people out there." It was Veronica talking into the mic this time, her grin baring her dimples and teeth. Some of the audience made more cheering noises with whistles and a few shoutouts. Some even called out her name. "Three, two, one," Veronica counted off, then the guitarist's catchy and reverberant guitar riffs began as soon as the drummer's thoroughly precise rhythm jo

"You… What are you doing? We're talking about serious affairs here. Please leave immediately." Veron had truly gone mad. He had already made the official gesture of cutting her off last night for good, and she still tried to start something. What was she getting at? Veron paid him no mind, making a beeline for Heather. Seeing Veron come closer and closer, Heather stood up as she called out gently, "Sister Veron…" Smack! Just as Heather had greeted her, Veron raised a slender arm to land a harsh slap on Heather's face. It rang through the air with a crisp sound, and all that could be seen was Heather stumbling two steps backward as the shape of a palm began to show itself on her beautiful fac

“Elara, look at me. It’s a trap.” Rowan’s eyes burned. “I don’t care. Trap or not, I’m going.. where are they?.” Before I could speak, the massive doors of the ballroom creaked open. The music stopped, everyone turned and there she was. Veronica. She entered like a queen returning to her throne.. her gown black as midnight, her eyes gleaming with unnatural light. Each step she took made the candles flicker lower. The crowd instinctively parted, the scent of fear spreading like smoke.

Ezra says. Veronica leans over, kissing me. "I want to fuck you both every night, please," Veronica says. She turns the other way and kisses Ezra. He broke her easily, or is she playing him. I have a feeling there is a lot more to Veronica than meets the eye. She wants out of here, and the best way to get out of here is by spreading her legs and giving Ezra what he wants. It is more than that. She is willing and ready. Veronica is seducing us, and I am here for it. Let's see where this ride goes.

Dawn exclaimed, with her hands flying out of the window. Jodie stretched out her hands to turn the radio on all the way from the backseat, it was "I love you baby" by Frank Cinatra. This felt good. I unconsciously began to hum to the rhythm and before you know it, we were all singing out loud. Our voices filling the cool night air. It was just like a scene from one of those old movies, until Jodie tapped me. "Kleo," My eyes followed her arm to see what she was pointing at. A freaking truck was headed our way.

Becca was wearing a short flimsy gown and although the sun was going back to its home, he could still see her wide hips and tiny waist since the flimsy gown acted as second skin against her body. Veronica was tackled to the floor while she heard the loud screaming of her daughter, she heard the sounds of thrashing against the floor meaning Becca was struggling against the man. Veronica moved on the floor, wanting to be free but the men increased their force in pulling her down and pressed her cheeks to the floor sending pain to her body. Yet the pain was nothing to the one in her heart. “She is just a kid, take me, pls. She hasn’t even been mated yet!” Veronica cried, moving in the hands of

“This looks like the orgy part of the party.” “Jealous?” Simon plopped down next to us. Peggy narrowed her eyes and held her head high. “I am NOT jealous. I’ll be waiting for my mate.” Whipping her head around, she stomped back to the dance floor. “She is so jealous.” Heather muttered as she grabbed some food from my plate. “Agreed.” Opening the bourbon bottle, I needed a refill. “Come on. Let’s go dance!” Veronica got up and pulled Grim to the dance floor.

She then read the words again. “Hea…Heather?...” He brows creased. Out of the blue, a scene passed by her view, rendering her to flinch. It was her memory of the time she jumped down the building. She remembered it vividly when a guy called her Heather before everything went black. But, what is the correlation between Heather and her? Why was this name is etched on a flesh and why is she inside this almost destroyed space? The ground shook, premoniting the coming of a fall. Elaine had no time to ponder more about it, yet she need more time to guess. Before the rubble of flesh again fell on her for the third time, she loudly announced a random sentence on a flesh.

They had just taken their seats when the clanking of heels on the tiled floor was heard. “Well…well…well, look who it is. Isn't this daddy's spoiled princess?” Veronica's long-term enemy and rival, Nicole West, said as she sized them up. Behind her were two of her minions who were just about to debut. Veronica rolled her eyes and kept cleaning her make up, the same couldn't be said for Carole who was about to explode in anger.

Veronica’s eyes opened slowly. The room was dark, lit only by faint moonlight slipping through the window. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she heard it again. Movement. She turned her head slightly. Christiana’s bed was empty. Veronica’s heart skipped. Slowly, she lifted herself just enough to look around. The door to the dormitory was slightly open. A shadow slipped through it. Christiana. Veronica’s breath became shallow. She’s going again… Without thinking too much, Veronica quietly got out of bed.