Veronica Lane Novels & Stories

Veronica Hale. Arden Rowe was set to star as Veronica Hale in a film produced in partnership with Titan Media, co-financed by a new silent investor with deep ties to international markets. The angle? Veronica as a misunderstood icon, a victim of the media's obsession with demonizing powerful women. Celeste’s glass hit the counter with a sharp clink. “You’re fucking kidding.”

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'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

I said, just before the door opened. A woman with long wavy brown hair and dark big eyes stood in the doorway. She was average height with tanned olive skin and an athletic, toned body. She wore a plain white shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. I could tell that Luciano liked the look of her as soon as his eyes landed on her bare legs and slender shape. Before I met Ella, I would have thought it too. But I physically can't. It's like something is blocking any thoughts of other women. "Hello," I said, the light of the hallway falling on me and Luciano's faces.

snapped Vernon. Veronica's eyes welled up with tears at the offensive comment. "Do you want me to perish? Why should I when the cheap girl might have just died and stopped bothering my engagement? Why?" Tears of despair joined Veronica's shouts. SLAP! Vernon slapped Veronica severely. "Dare you talk like that about Giselle! Your dirty mouth has absolutely no right to say that kind of thing, you bastard!" Not only Veronica was shocked but also Giselle who saw the quarrel was frightened after seeing Vernon slap a beautiful face belonging to Moonfall's descendants.

The somber melodies that reverberated across the pack's domain fashioned an eerie mural, and the enormity of our bereavement was unavoidable. The day had come when Luna and the new Alpha would be formally acknowledged by the pack, providing a ray of light amongst the gloom that had engulfed us. I saw a reflection of myself in the mirror as I got ready for the ceremony—someone thrown into a position I had never pursued or imagined for myself. With the insignia of Alpha and our pack all over it, the dress felt heavy on my shoulders.

The very next day was planned by Bernard as he wanted Veronica to meet that special woman he had been telling her about. She changed into a beautiful, light summer dress which was dark maroon in colour, reaching below her knees. Pairing them with sneakers and studs as jewellery, she looked minimal and yet elegant. She was waiting for him, taking rounds in the balcony as she walked impatiently. He told her that it was 10 minutes of work and he'll be back very soon but now almost an hour had passed and he was still not here.

The eye look has been completed with a soft black cat eye eyeliner and my lips had been left a nude shade to leave the focus on my eyes. "Mum I look amazing!" I continued to gawp at myself in the mirror. "You always look amazing Angel. Now time for your dress" she answered before hurrying away. She left the room returning a few moments later with a dress bag in her hand. She hooked the hangover onto the top of my wardrobe and began to unzip the bag revealing a full-length silk emerald green dress with spaghetti straps. Once my mum had helped me into my dress I stood and looked at myself in my full-length mirror, the dress fit me like a glove. It had intentional loose material around my chest

But just let him try to make something of it, Veronica decided fiercely as, having had her shower, she changed into a long silky black jersey dress, brushing her hair and quickly re-doing her make-up before checking the time. Almost eight-thirty. Taking a deep breath, she checked her appearance in the mirror and then, holding her head high, headed for the bedroom door. Her jersey dress, plain black and unadorned, might not reveal the fact that it had cost her the best part of a month’s wages and carried the label of one of New York’s top designers, but it was showing her every delicious curve… No space for imagination. The way Sasha looked when Veronica saw him waiting for her at the bottom

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.