Veronica Heathers Novels & Stories

Realizing their school dean was sitting just a table over must've deterred them from hanging out much longer, and they slowly started walking away and out of the park. "Something wrong?" Veronica knew her face was probably white. She'd felt the blood drain the moment she saw Hector. It made no sense for her to feel like she'd been doing something behind Noah's back all week. But in a way, she knew she had. Not once had she mentioned anything to him about the new "her time," not even when she'd gone for sushi with Sylvia. She didn't want it to elicit any questions about what else she'd done and with whom, because even though she told herself she had every right to do whatever and hangout with

“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason: “Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim. “Why should I?” “‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the deed?”

A woman I have no idea on who she is storms in like an angry monkey whose banana was stolen, clicking her designer heels loudly against the floor. Her eyes are wild, with long lash extensions and her perfectly sculpted face is fully twisted in anger. “Xander,” she snaps. “What is this bullshit?” Xander doesn’t even flinch, “Veronica.” So that's her name? Her eyes move to me, narrowing before she then looks at Dr. Patel and back to Xander. Then her already large eyes widen. “No, the hell no.” “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” Xander’s jaw clenches and Dr. Patel opens her mouth, but Veronica rounds up on me instead.

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.

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

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-”