Veronica Justice Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

“do you feel relieved “ another Journalist of course interjected “do you feel Justice was finally served “ said yet another Journalist. “well, of course Justice was served” Nena quickly answered , obviously in attempt to remove attention from Lucile before she probably gets any more traumatised “my client here had been put through a lot and is in no current need or desire for your throbbing questions but if of course you were inquiring if the man who had put her in such miserable state has been put behind bars for his sexual misconduct. If you believe that is justice enough” Nena paused while she slowly began staring at all the camera lenses that were facing her as though she was actually se

he snaps walking towards me. I shudder backward from the wrath in his eyes but he pulled me harshly by the arm towards him " you did this to hold me down, right ?" he snapped shaking me with every word. I tried pulling his hands off 'keyword tried' but it was useless anyway "you think you can get me to put a ring on your finger because you got pregnant " he says maliciously. I avert my eyes to the floor as his word dwells on me making me speechless and stunned.

uncomfortable kind. Tom ~”How does Veronica James know everybody's secrets?” Veronica ~”I can't go telling you my secrets.” Tom ~”I know one of your secrets.” Veronica ~”And what might that be?” Tom ~”Joshua Hamilton makes you weak.” Veronica ~”I am afraid you are wrong.” Tom ~”Veronica it's a good weak.” Veronica ~”No such thing.” Tom ~”It doesn't change the fact that I still want to fuck you.”

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.

Soon, she came to her senses and left to call Bismarck. Veronica had just learned from her source that it was Jane’s doing. She was so enraged that she hung up the phone and drove straight to the Frank’s Jewels company. Veronica was aggressive all the way. The receptionist wanted to stop her, but before she could finish speaking, Veronica went straight into the elevator. She wanted to beat Edward for a long time, but she stopped. Besides, Alexia didn't want her to do anything, so she held back. But now, she couldn't hold back anymore. She was going to beat him up!

Dirt clung to my skin. The taste of defeat was bitter in my mouth. I tried to stand. She pointed her blade at my throat. “Just give up, Valera. It’s over,” she said. And she was right. It was over. The crowd erupted in cheers. But not for me. They cheered for Celia. She would marry Alpha Kelly now. My heart shattered. I looked at him. I prayed he would stop this. But his face was cold. “Celia wins,” he said firmly.

His heart sank at the realization of the lengths to which she had gone to seek justice for the wrongs that had been done to them both. "That was my assumption too. That's why I followed them to Miami on their alleged honeymoon," Veronica admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "I met Eleanor there as Vani and... spiked her drink." Aiden's eyes widened in shock at her confession, his mind reeling with the implications of her actions. "What? You shouldn't have done that," he admonished, his voice filled with concern.

Just as Veronica begins to saunter back toward me, I quickly tuck the handkerchief into my sleeve, making sure it’s easily accessible. Sure enough, when she stops in front of me with two champagne flutes, the fog begins to creep in once more. I discreetly press my sleeve to my nose, inhaling Iris’s scent, and my mind clears just enough for me to maintain my composure and not become her thrall again. “A toast,” Veronica says, handing me a glass. “To justice.” I take the glass but don’t drink. “What exactly are they charging Iris and Ezra with?” I ask.

Thiago's words were simple, numb, and calm. But to Veronica, they were like a punch to the gut. She froze, her cheeks flushing as if she’d been slapped across the face multiple times. Elijah and Helen were also taken aback, while only Jasmine couldn’t help but break into a sly grin. Tonight’s events had shown her Veronica's true colors. This woman who treated her like a tool, thinking she was smart, was not fit to be a part of the Anderson family! Why hesitate? She should be completely out of the game, never to rise again!