Veronica Lane Novels & Stories

Veronica cleared her voice, was about to move past her when Cassandra seized her arm, tugging her towards her, “I don’t treat strangers kindly. We’re going to have to talk for a bit, darling.” Veronica stepped up to her, raising her chin at her, keeping the tremors in her voice in check, “No we don’t. You are playing with fire, Dr. York. Let go of me right now. You have no idea who we are.” She chuckled nonchalantly, taking another step forward, looking down on her, crowding her, “Your achievements might be impressive, Ms. Veronica Chase but to surely you know better than to threaten me like this.”

That lone curl is tamed, which makes my heart ache slightly. Veronica, for her part, looks ready to command the room. She’s wearing a gown that can only be described as extravagant—blood red, with a plunging neckline and a skirt so full it must have taken three people to get it on. The fabric glitters with hundreds of tiny crystals that catch the light with every movement, making it impossible to look away. She’s completely overdressed for the event. Everyone else is in cocktail attire or simple evening wear, but Veronica looks like she’s attending a royal ball. It’s ostentatious, a clear statement: look at me, I’m important, I’m going to be Luna.

"Emma! Come down here right now! You're making a scene!" I didn't look at him. Veronica kept talking and getting louder. "She's nobody! Just some woman who married rich and thought she could steal my life! I'm the real Evangeline! I have proof! I have contracts! I have witnesses! I have everything!" Some people in the crowd nodded. They looked like they believed her. "Look at her!" Veronica pointed at me. "Look at her cheap dress! Her cheap shoes! Does she look like a world famous designer? No! She looks like... like..."

“You may have his mark, but I’ll have his heir. And that, sweet Luna, is far more powerful than your little title.” Before I could answer, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway firm, confident, unmistakable. Dylan. I turned instinctively, my heart jumping. He was walking toward us from his office, his eyes focused on a few papers in his hand. But before he could even look up, Veronica suddenly gasped. Her hand flew to her head, and she staggered backward dramatically. “Ah—!” she cried out, clutching her stomach as she collapsed to the floor. I froze. “What—?”

she said proudly as they stepped into Olympus without a hitch. Veronica dusted her dress off, "Never do that again." "Why? I thought you liked destroying things." Alice said, walking gaily more into the Olympian territory. "Veronica, Princess of Lust, and Park Alice of the Summer Isles. To what do we owe the honor of having our gates blasted to bits?" A surprisingly good-natured voice greeted them. Veronica almost snorted in laughter at what was said. But she immediately clamped it down as three goddesses showed themselves in front of them, looking intimidating and almost identical to each other, only to be identified by the different colors they wear.

I thought he loved me. Tears streamed down my face as I dropped the grocery bag and fell on my knees. Dominic quickly stopped, pulling apart as he stared at me. “Lena,” he mumbled. “How could you?” I mouthed, weak and shaky. “I thought you loved me,” Tracy chuckled as she put on her bra top and faked a yawn. “Oh poor sister, you thought you had him for yourself.” She voiced, mimicking a seven-year-old girl. “How selfish of you. Why don't you come, I got a warm hug saved up for you,” she cackled after that.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

Gavin hands her a bag. Luis looks at him trying to figure out what he is asking Veronica to do. Veronica looks at him and smirks before throwing him a wink. He smiles at her not completely sure what is going on. Veronica makes her way into the bathroom and comes out a few minutes later is a strapless black mini dress that barely covers her body. If she bends over at all you would see everything as the hem sits just below her ass cheeks. Her breasts are barely contained behind the small amount of fabric. She has on six-inch stiletto heels as well to complete the outfit.

gasped the arriving guests and the young women who filled the room. "Isn't she Beta Blake's daughter? She is so beautiful. Do you think she will become the next Luna of the White Hills Pack? She will make a perfect Luna," the gentle murmuring of the guests echoed in the ballroom, and Veronica smiled as she wore a tiny purple mask around her face. It was easy to recognize her as she let down her blonde hair to fall behind her back like she was a princess. She walked majestically in her striking purple shoes, drawing the eyes of the guests. Until my mother and Alpha David arrived, then the guests gasped in awe.

If he is not your boyfriend does that mean I can have him, " Veronica raked her eyes all over Trenton eyeing him like he was a piece of meat she can't wait to have. " I am Veronica, " she purred in a sensual voice reaching her delicate well-manicured hand to him to shake. " Is a pleasure to meet you, " Trenton replied charmingly lifting the small hand to his lips for a peck while his eyes ate her up. Veronica was a stunning short blonde with curves and a rack that drew men's attention and leaving up to his name Trent have not been able to take his eyes off her chest. Evangel scoffed bitterly. Changed my ass.