Veronica Justice Novels & Stories

That moment that will define who you are and the path your life is going to take. My princess is about to make that decision. I need to decide if I am going to leave my princess alone and let her take that step to what will define her. And it happens in absolute slow motion. Jax, Mason, and I raise our guns and aim it firmly at Veronica, who, to my fucking surprise, has taken her very own from her back. I was wondering why the bitch is wearing pants; she never does. She has now caught Cassandra off her guard, but she recovers quickly.

It's Veronica my secretary. "You need to see this?" Excitement can see on her face. "What's that?" She handed me the brown folder, "And what's with that smile?" "Just take a look and you will find out." She winked. I blew some air and opened the folder's thick cover. My eyes scanned the printed document and there, one name caught my attention. "Dante Solomon Cartiño." That name taste bitter. It tasted like revenge. I didn't expect that for the past ten years I will encounter his name again. My grip on the document tightened when I remembered that tragedy ten years ago. On how I experienced the thing they called, "inferno". —Azureriel

Adrian notices too. He materializes at my side again, a champagne glass in his hand that he tries to press into mine. "Ignore Blackthorn. He's only here to smell blood. Moonlight is weak right now and he knows it." His voice drops lower. "Come home, Vera. We can still fix this. The antidote—" "The antidote that Ines nearly killed three warriors with?" I take the glass but don't drink from it. I let my voice carry just far enough to be useful. "Or the one I actually designed?"

"That does not work. Whoever took this contract will just follow us. The only way to end it is to draw them out and neutralise the threat." "By using yourself as bait? Are you insane?" I watched them argue and knew this would not end well. Veronica had found strength during the trial and Manuel's recovery. She was not the frightened woman who fled Jason anymore. She was someone who refused to be pushed aside for her own protection. "I will not let you martyr yourself," Veronica said. Her voice shook with anger and fear. "Monte needs his father. I need my husband. We do not sacrifice you to save us."

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.

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

“Please... even if you can’t get medicine, just some water... I am not asking much...” But Veronica laughed. She stood up, looking at me through the gap with ridicule. “Did I say I would help you if you gave me something? I think it’s good if you die here.” Despair washed over me. “Don’t you want me to help you become Luna?!” “I’m already ahead of the other ladies. With my intelligence and beauty, winning is just a matter of time.” She arrogantly flipped her hair and grinned. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, idiot!”

She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. Inside, her thoughts screamed: They’ll regret this. Every single one of them. She won’t be the hero much longer. When the family gathering finally dispersed, Veronica returned to her room. She locked the door, sat at her desk, and played the video again. She didn’t flinch this time. She watched every second with cold and determined eyes. “This is it,” She whispered. “My weapon.” She imagined showing it to Antonio when he returned, watching his trust in Carol crumble. She imagined Luca’s shame, his embarrassment in front of the family.

And then she saw her. Standing at the very front, eyes blazing, lips curled in fury….Veronica Pierce. Her perfect mask, the polished face she had shown to the world for years, was gone. What stood before them now was raw anger, naked desperation. “Jason,” she spat, her voice slicing through the crowd. “Bella.” Bella felt Jason’s grip tighten protectively around her hand. “You think this is a victory?” Veronica’s voice rose, sharp and brittle. “You’re fools. A laughingstock. The whole world is watching you drown in your own mess. You’re nothing but a spectacle, a pathetic show for people to pity!”

She avoided her sister’s glare and ignored Natasha who tried to grab her hand as she walked past her. At the witness stand, she was given a bible with which she swore. She swore to say nothing but the truth, but somehow I felt she was going to say the filtered truth. Veronica wouldn’t come up here to say something that will put her in trouble. “Can you tell this court what you know about the death of Mr. Derek Shirley?” Veronica looked at Vera briefly before clearing her throat. “Before I say anything, I’ll like to apologize to my sister Vera.” She looked at her again. “I know you think I betrayed you, but I want you to know that I’m only doing the right thing.”