Veronica Justice Novels & Stories

—Drop the gun! Veronica refused to obey the order, she started to cry and seeing her intentions I ran for Laura and made her look at me so she wouldn't see what was going to happen, she sobs while keeping her eyes fixedly watching mine when we hear the officers shouting to stop her, Laura holds my hands while crying hard, Victor covers her face with his chest to comfort her, when I turned around it was too late, Veronica had committed suicide by cutting her jugular.

They moved as if they were one, and it pissed her more than the fact that they were trying to kill her. Veronica growled and two long broadswords appeared out of nowhere, perfectly grasped in her hands, splotches of dark violet ink dripping from their tips to the ground. Her eyes flashed as armor made of the same material as her swords molded itself against her shoulders and waist. Half-transformed in her true form, she came at them without mercy. She knew exactly how Geronimo moved, the years apart had not taken that away from her, so she sought to separate him from Leo first. As soon as she got an opening, she struck down the angel to the ground, earning her a cry from Geronimo. Without he

"I have something to say." She reached into her coat and pulled out two marriage certificates, holding them up for everyone to see. "I'm the woman in that video. Rowan and I are legally married, so he didn't commit a crime. "And I would also like to accuse my ex-boyfriend, Kieran and his superior, lawyer Aurora Sterling, of maintaining an improper relationship for a long time. During the year when I was in a vegetative state, they repeatedly had sex in my home right in front of me.

The three men parted ways, each taking their own vehicle, while Emily rode in Rayden's blue Lamborghini Huracan. Inside the luxurious sports car, Emily chose to review the message sent by Lieutenant Benjamin. She relied heavily on Lieutenant Benjamin and Sergeant Rodney, as she had told Captain Ryan Falderson, who had chosen Crawford's side earlier. She would be the goddess Athena protecting the heroes defending justice and truth. Then she would let Themis weigh the value of justice with her balanced scales in court.

Aries focused on the road, but he wasn’t unaware of her tears and sobbing that she was trying hard to suppress. “Veronica, I know he has been killed. All I want to know is what happened in those seventy-two hours before his death. Please tell me so that I can punish the killers of your father.” Veronica didn’t utter a word and shifted in her seat. “Veronica?” he said softly. “You don’t need to give justice to my father! God is watching everything. He’ll surely punish each one of them. Jesus is counting their sins, he always helps the helpless!” She said.

she said quietly. Veronica looked up. Confused. “Then how—?” Joy sat down on her bed. “They don’t need words anymore,” she said. “They just need certainty.” Veronica’s chest tightened. “This is wrong,” she said. Joy tilted her head. “What is?” “All of this!” Veronica snapped. Her voice shook. “She’s going to be punished… and we’re just standing here!” Joy’s gaze sharpened slightly. “And what would you prefer?” she asked calmly. Veronica stared at her.

Romeo”s torture was serving the show for all of us all. And now feeling like I'd watched enough of the show, I ordered a pause to the torture. “Stop…” I growled suddenly. Now I wanted to strike was the only thought in my mind as a still befell the entire room. I glared down at him once more before starting to move towards him, Veronica’s hand coiled around halting my movement for a bit, “Make him suffer Ace, just like he did to me…” she stated, with hate and vengeance sparking in her eyes. She said everything I intended to do to him.

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

By my side as my Luna, no matter what anyone thought. The second I sent that dress to her room, I knew she would look stunning in it. There was no doubt about that. I knew Veronica was still trying to figure out who she was, still clinging to her past that had her scarred. But the woman I saw wasn’t a rogue, wasn’t someone broken. She was powerful, fierce, and despite everything she’d been through, there was something that made her… Mine. My wolf growled in approval as I saw her descending from the stairs. Her heels clicked against the floor. It was like my breathing had stopped, my heart pounded intensely as she was now standing in front of me. This was Veronica, my mate, my equal, my every

I was determined to demonstrate than to say ,but his next words were not what I expected "I am immortal Vera. No one can kill me." The Arena gone silent suddenly as they stared at this havoc of a man in disbelief. My hands trembling in an unknown fear I move my head in a no, fire of revenge burning hot in my eyes. A person who did so much atrocities on women deserved the most painful death...he deserves to burn in the inferno of hell! He can't be immortal....moon goddess can't be so unjust. Justice and Karma can't be like this