Veronica Lane Novels & Stories

The bond between Nora and Graycen was unbreakable, and she would protect her daughter at all costs. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Nora glanced outside the window to see Veronica stepping out of her car. Veronica, standing tall at 5 feet 8 inches, possessed an elegant and statuesque presence. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and accentuating her striking features. As Veronica entered the coffee shop, her radiant smile lit up the room. With graceful confidence, she moved with poise and charm, captivating everyone around her. Her eyes, captivating and expressive, revealed a mix of warmth and intelligence, drawing people into he

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

Then she dropped to the floor, curled around her stomach, and dialed. ‎ "Caleb." Her voice cracked beautifully on the second syllable. "Please, help. Veronica, she's trying to kill me." ‎ I pressed my good hand over the wound, blood seeping warm between my fingers, and stared at her like she was a stranger speaking a language I used to know. ‎ "What is wrong with you?" ‎ "Who do you think he's going to believe?" She didn't even lower her voice for that. ‎ "The pathetic wife, or me?" The door slammed open before I could answer.

I didn’t care. “Understood,” Kade replied evenly. We rounded the final corner and the Vanguard Mall site opened up before us. A handful of workers were already on site, setting up. Morning sunlight poured through the massive glass dome, spilling warm gold across the polished concrete floor. Veronica walked toward us, a folder tucked under one arm. Her hair was pulled into a sleek high ponytail that swayed with every step. The deep burgundy dress hugged her figure just enough to make my pulse kick. She looked at me intensely. She looked all professional, composed—and dangerously alluring. I felt myself twitch, half-hard before she even reached us.

We slipped through a gap in the chain-link fence. The courtyard was a graveyard of industrial decay. But the loading dock was clean. Veronica stood there. She looked like a ghost in the moonlight. She wore a flowing white dress, untouched by the mud or the chaos of the chase. Her blonde hair was perfect, cascading over her shoulders. She sat on a crate, swinging her legs leisurely. And in her arms, she held Sayler.

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

DEX. "You can turn now," Veronica says, and I prepare myself before I face her, and she cackles as she pulls at the ends of the shirt. "Hideous, isn’t it?" She’s in one of my loose black shirts, and it practically swallows her, reaching her mid-thighs. Christ, was she always that tiny?

Veronica unsnapped her strapless bra and pushed her panties down. Immediately Nic's dick got hard. Her body could keep his attention during the middle of a war. Her nipples resembled hard chocolate pebbles, beckoning for his attention. Her thin waist, toned stomach and wide hips only fed his lustful wants. Veronica was feeling so hot. She wanted to get him back for making her cut the tour short and then holding out on sex. Oh yes, he was about to pay.

“Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.” “Haha,” Jack laughed out loud, his amusement ringing through the air and attracting the attention of nearby guests. “You’re what?” Veronica’s eyes turned sour as her smile faltered. She didn’t like how Jack was reacting to what she had just said, but she kept her head held high. She had promised Mrs. Blackwood that she would help destroy their marriage without making a single mistake.

Kiara asks coldly, a disgusted look on her face. “I swear, I didn’t mean for it to get this bad!” Veronica wails, crawling closer. “I was a stupid little bitch—” She stops mid-sentence, her eyes darting nervously. Zane narrows his eyes, his sharp senses picking up the slip Kiara misses. “Stupid little bitch?” Veronica’s face pales, and she tries to cover her tracks. “I mean... I am trying to make things right.” “You’re not Veronica,” Zane growls, stepping protectively in front of Kiara. “Mindy.”