Veronica Heathers Novels & Stories

gasped the arriving guests and the young women who filled the room. "Isn't she Beta Blake's daughter? She is so beautiful. Do you think she will become the next Luna of the White Hills Pack? She will make a perfect Luna," the gentle murmuring of the guests echoed in the ballroom, and Veronica smiled as she wore a tiny purple mask around her face. It was easy to recognize her as she let down her blonde hair to fall behind her back like she was a princess. She walked majestically in her striking purple shoes, drawing the eyes of the guests. Until my mother and Alpha David arrived, then the guests gasped in awe.

Veronica said, "I really need that favor, though. But I'm in no rush. So, how about I give you the name of your parents' killer right now. And right after you apprehend him and confirmed it for yourself, I collect my payment?" Tristan stopped, considering his options. He did not trust the demon one bit. He would much rather find Stefano and asked him about it instead. But he couldn't pass out the opportunity either. "Let me hear what you want from me, first," he said. "Well..." Veronica responded, "I just need some of your blood." "What? What for?" Tristan said, disgusted. "For a spell," Veronica answered, "Hecate's in dire need of a hybrid's blood and she's bothering everyone about it."

Pulling her into a hug “you look very beautiful my darling, I don’t want other people admiring what is mine” “And I also can’t look this way to the meeting” she reasoned with him Looking defeated, he let her go while he goes get the file needed for the meeting, he kept the picture back in the drawer before he and her left to the meeting room Entering into the meeting room, other parties Mr. Huston Picasso founder and his subordinate were ushered in and Veronica showed them to their seats, the meeting commenced with her taking notes of what they were saying “Mr. Walker, I must say, your secretary is beautiful,” Mr.Huston said wanting to flirt with her, he has been staring at her all through

She said while rolling her eyes at me but before I could even react or say something to defend myself and as an extension Jace from her snarky advice and remark the girl overtook me and bounced up the stairs going all the way to my room, "Sigh... This girl" Feeling dejected I dropped my head before shortly after I followed behind with hands stuffed inside the pocket of my PJ's while taking each step up the staircase but in the process I flailed my arms at the elbow with each step which gave the impression of an exasperated bird except mine was done out of fatigue "Kleo Alexis Dawson, what the fuck!!" I had barely made it up the stairs but this was the greeting I got from Dawn and did i forge

And now he belonged to someone else. “Still chasing ghosts?” The voice snapped Rashel from her reverie. Veronica. Tall, elegant, and dangerous in the way only a mistress could be, Veronica stepped out from the shade, her heels clicking against the stone path like warning shots. Rashel straightened. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Veronica spat, folding her arms. Her voice was silken, almost like a caress, but her eyes were sharp as blades. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. My Jethro. Like you think you’ve got some kind of claim.”

It was clear she hadn’t expected to see me here. I reached them with grace, my voice smooth and unwavering. “Welcome, Mrs. Velasquez, Mr. Velasquez and Ms. Hudson.” Samantha was quick to correct me. “Mrs. Samantha Hudson-Velasquez.” She declared, tightening her grip on Desmond’s arm as if to stake her claim. I merely nodded, unfazed. But before I could respond, Desmond’s deep voice cut through the air. “It’s been a while. Where have you been, Yvonne?”

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.

Way too handsome and young for a man my mom was dating. My pulse raced as I tried to tear my gaze away, but it was almost impossible. There was something about him that had my attention immediately locked. I watched my mom hug him and plant a little kiss on his lips before she held his hand and turned to me “Veronica, this is Joshua,” my mom said. “Joshua, this is my daughter, Veronica.” “Daughter? I didn't know you had a daughter?” Joshua whispered to her, wide-eyed “I’m so sorry I never said anything before. I… I just thought you’d be alarmed and-”

But normal life had cracks, and through those cracks the world still pressed. The first reminder came that afternoon. Veronica was nursing Mara on the living room couch when her phone buzzed with a notification from a news aggregator she had never quite managed to unsubscribe from. The headline was brief but sharp: “Lawson Heir’s Secret Family: One Year Later, Questions Remain.” She opened the link before she could stop herself.

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."