Veronica Heathers Musical Novels & Stories

Mateo played guitar while the teenagers sang off key and laughed at themselves. Ethan moved among them all. He listened. He advised when asked. He stayed silent when silence was better. When the sun reached its zenith he found Veronica in the kitchen preparing lunch. She stood at the counter slicing tomatoes, knife moving in steady rhythm. He came up behind her again. Pressed close. Hands sliding around her waist. “You’re happy,” he murmured against her ear. “I am.” He turned her slowly. Kissed her softly at first. Then deeper. Tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened for him. Hands roaming up her back. Fingers threading through silver hair.

"You know how my precious mother likes to throw money at me, to make up for her inability to be around me. So, yeah, I did a bit of retail therapy. Just to try and forget how horrible a parent she's been." "Don't be too hard on her," Abby sat next to me and half hugged me with one arm. As she repeated the same song, that I've been hearing a lot lately. "Luca says the same," I unintentionally muttered. "Luca?" She raised her eyebrow in question. "Yeah, the new Bianchi instructor guy." I shrugged and changed the subject. "When Jason sees you in that dress, he just might propose on the spot." "It's not marriage proposal that I'm after," Abby laughed.

She enters the room and is met with 3 men tied up in chairs with mouth gags in. “Okay I am going to speak and you are all going to listen.” Veronica demands. They all nod. “I am giving you an opportunity to live, if you so choose to take it. You have to provide info. Are you willing to provide the info?” They all look at each other and shake their heads. Veronica laughs and says “Good. I’m really glad because I’ve been really bored.” She nods to Hector who pulls out a filet knife. She slit the throats of Johnny and Alexander. Then she cuts the gag off of Nicolas.

she barked, then tipped the bucket, splashing another wave of water across the stones — and over Veronica’s dress. The other maids laughed. Neris frowned. “This is so cool.” I said nothing. My eyes stayed on Veronica. Her once-perfect hair clung to her face, her fine hands red from scrubbing. Yet even in her humiliation, she held her chin high, her eyes burning with silent fury. “Didn’t hear me?” Doris taunted. “Or maybe you forgot how to listen after all those months of pretending to be Luna?” Veronica’s jaw tightened. “I heard you,” she said, her voice low but steady.