Veronica Justice Novels & Stories

The city glowed beyond the glass, indifferent to her turmoil. The television flickered with breaking news. Her breath stilled when Veronica Duval appeared onscreen, flawless and poised. Veronica’s smirk was devastating. “Jenna Anderson isn’t the angel you think she is,” she told reporters. “She’s built her empire on manipulation and deceit. The evidence speaks for itself. And soon, so will the courts.” The words cut sharper than knives. Jenna gripped the edge of her desk, fury surging hot in her veins. Alice had found her perfect ally.

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.”

I had said, thinking about what would happen when the competition was done and we all went our separate ways. Coming here tonight was the absolute least I could do for her. “I’m ready,” Veronica said now. The rest of us waited in the observation room, as Veronica went alone through the door into the interrogation room. Joyce glanced up as she entered. He seemed confused. “What are you doing here?” “Do you know who I am?” she asked. “From the competition…” he said. He didn’t know her name. “I’m Veronica,” she said. “And I was just like you. I was recruited into the underground organization from a very young age, and was raised to do their bidding.”

Veronica’s voice began, measured and low, “because I believed this would resolve in private. But silence, it seems, is no longer a shield. So here’s the truth, from me.” Her gaze held the camera like a weapon. “Yes, I made mistakes. I was ruthless when I should’ve been graceful. I fought to protect an empire that no longer reflects the values I believe in. But I never tried to destroy Celeste Laurent. I tried to save her, from herself, from the industry, from choices that I believed were dangerous. And perhaps I overstepped. For that, I’m sorry.” The camera tightened on her face. “But what’s happening now… this isn’t justice. It’s vengeance. A public execution dressed as empowerment. And it

“Escort Alpha Kinney and Luna Veronica to the Werewolf Council.” “No! Your Highness, please! I didn’t do it!” Veronica struggles and protests during the handoff, but it’s no use, and they continue to hold her tight. “Ivy is framing me!” I do nothing but watch as Veronica is taken away by the warriors. There’s a sick sort of certainty to watching her leave–now that Erick is dead, Veronica and her father are the last pieces of the puzzle, and there’s no doubt in my mind that with Spencer supporting me, they’ll receive the punishment they deserve.

She leaned down until her lips brushed my ear. “No.” She released me completely. I cried out in frustration as my cock throbbed uselessly in the air, denied again. Tears of pure need and humiliation burned at the corners of my eyes. Veronica stood and wiped her gloved hand on a cloth with clinical detachment. “At dawn, while your enemies come for our son, you will remain exactly like this — restrained, aching, powerless. And you will think about the name you once had. The power you once held. The omega you destroyed.”

As if an outside knowing was whispering the truth in my ear, I could hear it clear as day. I didn’t just believe it – I knew it! Ani hadn’t killed them… Yes, he had the power and ability, but he hadn’t... At that, Erebus suddenly materialized in front of me, making me stumble backwards. But he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into him. His hard chest felt like ice, his eyes hardened to golden amber. “And pray tell me, mortal,” he spat, his voice a barely concealed growl. “How well do you know your beloved God of Justice? Have you truly seen what he’s capable of?”

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-”

I dragged my feet out to the elevator. I got out on the last floor, got to my car, and started the car, driving off when a girl out of the blue raced to the middle of the road. I slammed the brake hard, my body pushing forward in force. I looked up to see it was Veronica bloody Beckham. Was she trying to kill herself or what?! What the fuck was going through her head when she jumped to the middle of the road. I yanked the car door open, slamming it with force, and stomping towards her.

Natalya never engages in physical combat while Heather never engages in a weapon fight. "Already down, Nat." Heather asks, playing a concerned smile on her face. "I don't think so." She lunged at Heather with a dagger. But someone held her hand stopping her. "Stop. I had enough of your kit-kat fights." Yuna Miles, the consigliere of exodus club said as she got in between them. "For the record she started it." Heather shrugs. "Did not, thank you very much." Natalya says as she brushes the dust off her dress.