Veronica Heathers Novels & Stories

"With everything that was going on, I don't think we considered what would come of it." "Heather was homeless when she gave birth; she had been staying at a women's refuge because her parents had kicked her out of her home," Veronica tells Lachlan. I've never heard anything about Heather before, apart from the fact that she was Heath's biological mother. "There were complications after the birth, a blood clot travelled to her heart and killed her."

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

She enters the room and is met with 3 men tied up in chairs with mouth gags in. “Okay I am going to speak and you are all going to listen.” Veronica demands. They all nod. “I am giving you an opportunity to live, if you so choose to take it. You have to provide info. Are you willing to provide the info?” They all look at each other and shake their heads. Veronica laughs and says “Good. I’m really glad because I’ve been really bored.” She nods to Hector who pulls out a filet knife. She slit the throats of Johnny and Alexander. Then she cuts the gag off of Nicolas.

His head ached from everything that has been going on recently. While in the Hailmoon Pack, Veronica barged into a passage, “How dare that bitch mess up my perfect plan, and the other bitch I sent was equally stupid… Arggh!” She muttered angrily and bumped into someone. She stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face. “I know you…” she said observing his face intently. “No ma'am. I'm not sure we've met before.” He replied, taking his face down. With a spark of recognition, she squeaked, “You're Nathan Walter… right?”

For weeks I had forgotten about anything sexual need but here he was, just minutes into being caged by him, I was feeling stong pleasure, desire for him. "Veronica will scent a female off you." My voice was small as I struggled to lean away from his hold. "You should think about that instead. Don't make Veronica suspicious. Ferris and Gregory are good people." Veronica is a mad woman. She didn't think before acting. She thought of what she wanted and got it done, no matter the consequences. If killing every soul in this kingdom is what it requires for her to be with Adrian, she sure as hell will do it without regret.

She was the one with magical abilities? Julian closed the door behind us. Slowly, I made my way to Veronica, then sat beside her on the couch. Her eyes never left me the entire trek. “You don’t believe it,” she said. “I have questions,” I admitted. She was wearing a solid blue sweater and gray slacks. Slowly, she began to lift up her sweater, revealing a tattoo along the side of her ribs: an upside down wolf skull. “I was once a secret member of the underground organization,” Veronica said. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

She slowly walked over to him, hoping to see his face for once but he had his mask on already. “Hi Noah.” “What do you want?” He snapped, almost immediately. “I just wanted to say sorry for whatever Charlene must have put you through. I'm just glad you finally know her for who she really is.” She sighed, crossing her legs as soon as she sat on the bed. “Who she really is? Do you know her?” Noah raised a brow. “Oh yes!” Veronica smirked, “she used to be in my class. Everyone knew her as a whore. She's an orphan and had to fuck guys for money.” She pulled back, pushing her chest out.

The air around them grew thick as they exchanged words. “I’m the heiress of the Jones family and Damian Blackwood’s fiancée,” she declared with pride. Elara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what Veronica had just said. “You’re what?” She asked, surprised. “Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”

Always watching, never missing a move. Later, the Luna noticed too. Vera moved through the corridors like a viper, beautiful and dangerous, her half-healed face stitched and shining. Her voice dripped with venom every time Veronica entered the room. “Whore,” she said one morning loud enough for all to hear. Veronica smiled sweetly. “You sound threatened.” The Luna’s eyes burned. “You don’t belong here.” “Maybe not,” Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.”

I had just finished warming up at my adoptive father's boxing gym when I was brought back to my wealthy biological family. When my tanned, heavily muscled self walked into the living room, my biological parents, who had been ready to humiliate me, fell completely silent. They had brought me back because they wanted me to marry the heir of the Lamberts. He was rumored to have a violent temper and had already scared away ten fiancées. The fake heiress was still pretending to cry at first. But the moment she saw my massive biceps, she stopped crying. She nervously hid behind my older brother. "Jack, are you sure Mr. Andrew is abusing Rachel and not the other way around? What if Rachel is the on