Veronica Heathers Novels & Stories

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.

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

"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.

"Like I mentioned earlier, Veronica indeed has a trauma related to heavy rain and strong winds. So, when she was still a teenager, around 14 years old if I'm not mistaken, while on her way to pick up Veronica, her mother had a car accident, and the unfortunate incident happened during heavy rain. That's where the trauma originated. Veronica always thought that rain could take away the life of someone she loves." "Wait," Darwin interrupted Sean while he was explaining. "Veronica's mother has passed away? Isn't she still alive?" Sean shook his head. He contradicted what Darwin had said. "Veronica's biological mother passed away a long time ago. The current one is her stepmother. And up until n

No interference. Luca’s voice came through on comms from above-ground: “You’re clear. World’s watching.” Ava looked at Veronica. “Ready?” Veronica didn’t smile. She didn’t nod. She just began. “My name is Veronica Hart. I was the first girl they called a prototype. I was not the first they tried to control. But I was the first one who remembered everything and didn’t break.” Her voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. There was steel in it. Years. Names. Shadows. And the unflinching tone of someone who had survived not just trauma, but invisibility.

Ezra slams into Veronica's tight pussy, pounding into her virgin hole, taking her as his. Ezra looks back at me, and waves me to come closer. I come to the edge of the bed and watch as Ezra pounds into Veronica harder. "You want to suck his cock, don't you my little slut?" Ezra asks Veronica. Veronica lights up when she sees me. "Ummm yes. I want to suck Roman's cock. Please let me suck his cock," Veronica begs. Ezra pulls out of Veronica. "On your knees and face the edge of the bed," Ezra instructs Veronica. Veronica gets on her knees, with her ass in the air. She is facing the edge of the bed.