Veronica Heathers Novels & Stories

★★★★ Meanwhile, Veronica was sitting with some of her friends in a cafe, having coffee and snacks. While the conversation flowed around her, she seemed lost, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. "Ve, come back on earth!" Hosey exclaimed, giving a gentle nudge to Veronica. She was a close friend of Veronica and also a model. Both of them walked together on the ramp many times all over the world.

“That’s my brother’s beta.” “THAT’S LUCA?” Veronica looked around to watch where Heath was headed. “Damn, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him.” “He is tall sex on a stick.” The third girl, Peggy, chimmed in. She was a model friend of Veronia’s she brought with her. “Girls! Know your worth!” Nora tried to not gag. “That’s my brother.” “Hey, I know my worth. It’s just, sometimes I go on sale.” Veronica had drool down her chin.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

’ Brayden growled, ‘Are you trying to threaten me? Heath patted the handcuffs on his belt and replied, ‘Consider it a friendly warning.’ Breathing heavily, Brayden clenched his fists tightly and turned away in defeat. Heath turned to Veronica. ‘What’s going on?’ Veronica merely shrugged and replied, ‘It’s personal. Thanks for your help, though. I’ve got to go.’ With that, she made her way to a bus stop down the street and boarded a bus, disappearing from view. Staring at her retreating figure, Heath felt a sense of helplessness and frustration.

I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. Veronica, stepmother dearest, stepped out from behind a row of manicured hedges. She looked exactly like Lydia—sharp, expensive, and completely heartless. She walked toward me with a slow, predatory grace, her eyes scanning me like I was a bug she was about to crush. Before I could move, she looked past me and smiled. "Ah, Mr. Cross. Thank you for joining us. I was just telling Aria how much I admire her... tenacity."

He kept on stooping down to her neck, and added, “I think I won’t be taking the things too far, considering the fact that my sister is still missing.” Just as Herbew said the last sentence, Veronica realized her purpose of barging inside his room. She mind-slapped herself and pushed the man a little away from herself. Her little hands grabbed his toned muscles of abdomen, and she brushed her fingertips unwillingly; at least for now. “I came here to tell you something, Your Highness.” Veronica's addressing tone made Herbew suspicious instantly, and he composed himself. The girl looked at him, a but afraid, not sure of his reaction after she would reveal the truth, she knew.

I wonder what that means. “You can’t do that,” she screams in fury, “That’s not fair! Who the hell are you?” “I’m Levi,” my mate replies, “And you’ve threatened not only my friend, but also my wife. From my perspective, I’m being very fair. I haven’t killed you yet. Now, who the hell are you?” “Fine,” she replies, struggling with her cuffs, “I’m Veronica. I’m who you’re looking for. Hope destroyed my life, and I’m going to destroy hers. It won’t be long now.”

she responded. "So, is it you?" a sarcastic voice sounded in the background. Veronica felt uncomfortable by the voice and glanced at the right side and saw a woman in high heels walking towards them. Sheira has a fierce on her face as she stared closer at Sheira. She wasn't sure if Veronica was Blake's girlfriend but she already assumed it. Sheira stopped right in front of them and stared at Veronica from head to toe, scanning her looks and clothing style. She was upset for she felt like she was more than Veronica. She didn't find Veronica as beautiful as her.

Mrs Lamar made her seat beside her. " How about my friends Mom?". " Don't worry about them darling,You can till reach out to them through video calls". Her Mom said and she sobbed more. " When are we leaving dad?". She asked suddenly. "Tomorrow princess, you can just hang out with your friends today then we leave tomorrow". He smiled. " So soon?". " Yes princess, so soon". She ran upstairs and buried her face in the pillow, sobbing. ************** Sasha white, the queen of Mish College and Romeo's fling, respected because of Romeo's influence. She's hot with tinted pink and purple hair, she dresses like a stripper or maybe a slut.

“What else is it about?” “Freedom.” She looked toward Jonathan. “He made us.” Then toward Lily. “She was trapped.” Finally, she looked at Ethan. “And Ava was hidden.” Her voice became bitter. “You all think you're victims.” She stepped closer. “But every one of you is standing on top of a grave.” Jonathan whispered. “What do you want?” Veronica looked directly at him. “I want what you took from me.” “What?” “My life.” Silence. Then Veronica's expression softened. “I was twenty-three when you put me inside Genesis.”