Veronica Liones Novels & Stories

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

she had dark brown hair with a pale skin, the one that Asians have and she gave cool vibes. "Nice to meet you all, I'm Veronica" she greeted them and was guided to her bed which was gladly the top one, because she needed peace and least distraction. "Where are you from?" Amelia asked her in excitement. "I came from Virginia" she answered hesitatingly, she didn't wanted to reveal much information about herself. "And you're here for?" It was Rachel this time. "I'm studying psychology at university and I got myself transferred from there, gonna study second semester here" she finally revealed all the information at once which concerned them.

The V– neck on the gown was very low, exposing almost half of her chest as she took a step forward, hands still crossed. “ You should really fix your anger issues Lucious. I’m sure that’s the main reason behind everything happening with your mate. Oh poor girl, how does she even put up with all this anger?” “ Seraphina…” Lucious growled. “ Don’t you dare talk about my mate. “ His tone was full of warning but Seraphina ignored it, as always. “ Someone’s getting too possessive…” Her small laughter only made Lucious even more angry. “ Don’t you think it’s silly to be possessive over someone who doesn’t give a fuck about you ?” She questioned with amusing eyes.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

"And Rowan is a traitor who attacked my mate and my newborn child. He is stripped of his title, his rank, and his place in this pack." A murmur went through the crowd. "And who is she?" Vance asked, pointing a trembling finger at me. "She is a human-born rogue who brought chaos to our doors." Zephyr took a sharp step forward, his eyes flashing brilliant gold for a fraction of a second. The temperature around us seemed to drop instantly. "She is Veronica. She fought by my side. She bled for this pack, shifted when her life was on the line, and she bore the next heir of the Silver Moon pack. She is your Luna."

He was the strongest of them all, the one who had the final word. “We will only answer two more questions from approved outlets,” Stephanie stepped in suddenly, speaking into her microphone without coming any closer to the podium. The frustration on their faces was obvious, along with their hunger for gossip, but one look at Lorenzo’s murderous expression told them it was two questions or nothing. “Patriarch Greco, can we confirm, then, that Mrs. Victoria Greco is officially the Luna of Diamond Fortress?” one of the assigned journalists asked. “You can confirm it. The official ceremony will be held soon and broadcast throughout the country. Victoria Greco will be named my official mate, and

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Veronica said, "I want the Crescent Moon." "Whatever for?" Stefano asked. "Just give it to her, Stefano." Kaya interrupted, "This is what you get for making deals with demons in the first place. Why you would ever take a demon as your wife, I will never understand." At the mention of the word "demon", everybody started whispering in fear. But Veronica could care less. She paced closer towards Stefano and the werewolves, dragging Lynn behind, her, whom she also froze with her powers. "Oh, don't blame him. He only found out when I wanted him to. It's not like he has any match for my powers of disguise." Veronica cocked her head to the side, still looking at Stefano, "So, will you hand your pri

It was when he saw her, head bowed, eyes stared at the floor and on the verge of prostration in front of her colleagues that he realized the reason behind this uneasiness. Hila She felt a sharp pain in her neck. No, it wasn't, calling it sharp was just the tip of how it actually felt, it was excruciating. She would rather be stabbed a hundred times than feel this pain again She tried punching his abdomen and pushing him away but he wouldn't budge. She felt weak and helpless. How did it end up like this? She could clearly remember whatever happened before they entered the elevator. Her and Levi. Then what was he doing right now? She could feel his gasps and him gulp down her blood unceasingly