Veronica Heathers Novels & Stories

he asked. "Vanessa Ivanov. I don’t want to take my bastard father’s surname. Ivanov was my mother’s last name," Veronica muttered, and Tony's eyes widened as he absorbed her words. Ivanov owned the biggest assassin organization. He wanted to be wrong about her. She said she killed a lot of people. Was it really true? "Vanessa or Veronica, nothing will change. Do you know that Ivanov owns a big assassin organization?" Tony asked. Veronica looked up at him. "If you are Calvin Ivanov's granddaughter, then—you are the heiress."

"Do they require my signature, or are you too busy watching the new asset perform?" Veronica didn't lower her head. She slowly raised her gold-tipped fingers, casually adjusting the high neck of her charcoal dress. She looked at Christopher, then her gaze drifted down to Lily’s frantic, disheveled frame, and finally to me, standing there with my pants unbuckled like a pathetic captive to my own instincts. She didn't execute a threat. She didn't mention the Cayman accounts.

Veronica didn’t sleep that night. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the chaise lounge in her penthouse, a laptop glowing in front of her as she scrolled through records, old industry magazines, and gossip. A glass of wine remained untouched now, forgotten on the coffee table. Her fingers tapped against the keyboard rapidly. She had contacts everywhere... casting directors, journalists, and even assistants who owed her favors. And she had called them all. At first, nothing major came up on Cassie. She was like a ghost who had suddenly materialized in the entertainment world, beautiful and mysterious. Too mysterious. That only fueled Veronica’s determination.

"I—hello???" "Yes! Hello! Hi!" He blinked at me like one might do to a relatively slow house pet. "You're her, right? Veronica? Veronica Coltrane Taylor from 1555 Heller Street Apt 2A. Her, right?" "Uh…" What the actual fuck? "This is she?" "Why are you phrasing it like it's a question? You either are or aren't? I'm so confused…" "You are not the only one…" "Look." He pinched the bridge of his fine nose, long ears twitching up a storm until he looked back up. "You are the Veronica that Jévon is madly in love with, correct?"

There was his teasing snigger again. "You bastard!" Veronica swayed her sword in air and pulled away the rose off her hair. She threw it down and crushed it with her feet. "I will not like anything that touched you. Remember that." She shredded the words with venom. "If you have the guts, come and appear before me and I will finish you within a blink of your eye." There was a heavy breathe heard very close to her and Veronica abhorred the sound of his sniff. He was smelling her like woman are his toys. "Get visible you monster." She shouted with might searching around the room for him with ferocity. "I'm your death either today or tomorrow. It is only a matter of time. Your countdown to the

Chapter Twenty-Six Mikaela: My eyes enlarged, my eyeballs almost rolling out of their sockets. How did she know my name? Oh, so the bossy vibe wasn't fake after all. “Oh, girl, where are my manners?” Her steps became quicker, her heels knocking against the hard concrete of the road. “I'm Veronica. Veronica Black.” She introduced, and at this point, she was only a few inches away from me, our eyes boring into each other's. “I hope you know what that means?”

"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

I can’t believe a week ago I pledged my undying love to Joshua Hamilton. This week I am back to being Veronica James. Should I feel bad? I don’t know. Should I feel sad? I also don’t know. I have enough wine to take both away. Veronica ~”Morning Brenda.” Brenda ~”Morning Miss James.” Veronica ~”Anything important for today?” Brenda ~”No but have you read your email yet?” Veronica ~”No. Why?”

Aries knitted his eyebrows as she accused him, and he stood up to face her. “I know you are aiming to acquire his hard-earned money, like Cynthia and Alfred Doyle, and you will realize your ambition after marrying Isla!” Veronica looked into his eyes. “Cut the charade!” Her slender finger pointed at his heart. “Your heart is black, and it has no good intentions for me!” “This is getting interesting now!” the signature smirk was on his sexy lips again and Veronica glared at him. She attempted to walk away when he seized her waist, her breast was pressed against his hard chest and Veronica parted her lips.

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.