Veronica Lodge Clothes Novels & Stories

After 30 minutes of struggle Veronica finally adorned the dress and she looked like a queen. Lilac coloured dress with glittered net all over it looked like a dream. It was an off shoulder with invisible straps to only hold the dress up. Her breasts fitted into the cups as if they were only meant for her. Her small waist tightened into thin and her bare arms showing skin. Toe length dress was something made for fairies and it didn't even look real. When Veronica stepped out of the dressing room and stepped in front of Reynold, his eyes became wide and glittered shone into them. He couldn't believe that Veronica could really look like an angel. She was very much pretty but discovering another

The door swung open, and Lady Veronica stepped into the room. She wasn't wearing her formal court attire. Instead, she wore a dark, heavy traveling cloak, her sharp features twisted into an expression of pure, unadulterated malice. She didn't look like a dignified representative of the Moon Council right now; she looked like a predator closing in on a cornered animal. Behind her, two low-ranking guards stood watch in the hallway, their eyes fixed firmly on the floor. "So," Veronica purred, her voice dripping with venom as she closed the door behind her, cutting off the draft from the hallway. "The stray werewolf managed to crawl her way up into the guest wing. I must admit, I underestimated

"Where is Veronica right now? Has she left the residence?" "According to the vehicle tracking logs from the estate gates, she hasn't left," Luca replied, tapping his own tablet to verify the data. "She’s currently at the main Hayes estate with a team of her own private lawyers. They’re packing up the remaining personal assets, the art, the jewelry, and the luxury vehicles before the official court freeze takes effect at noon today."

They opened a year ago and since then it has only brought success. "Don't worry about that," Veronica murmured. "We've stopped by your house and brought some clothes." He gave me a black bag. I opened it up and pulled out a short, body-hugging black dress and black boots that reached a little above the knee. Had this outfit for a while and hadn't worn it. "They're in everything." I took off my clothes piece by piece and then carefully put the outfit on. "I have a feeling today is going to be a special night," Trisha exclaimed, smiling.

It wasn't as Grace expected before she walked in with Veronica. "Why are you here? You are not planning on running away, are you?" Grace glared. Veronica laughed. "No, I just haven't found the time." She said as she went to the wardrobe. She searched around for a while and brought out a skirt. She turned to Grace. "What do you think about this?" Grace had something else in her mind. 'How could she be so calm?' She thought. She didn't reply and Veronica took her silence as a no. "You're right, we're going to bury a body, I need trousers," Veronica said tossing the skirt on the bed and turning back to the wardrobe.

One more thing to add to the list of why Vero hates Lev. As soon as she got into her room and closed the door, Vero threw the bag on the table, then took off her clothes and threw them on the bed. Dressed only in her underwear, she looked through the veranda door and looked at the large houses across the lake, then remembered Mia’s words.

he asked. “I’ve already sent her. I’m wondering why isn’t she reacting?” Mike said, and Aries nodded. “Alright, you can leave now! I’ll give you a call and yes, Bring Zenith back as soon as he could travel!” He said and Mike nodded, walking out of the store. Veronica was strolling in the aisle and she chose a shimmering, falling-neck black dress reaching up to her knees. “How much is this for?” She asked. “Sir asked us to pack everything you like!” the store assistant smiled.

They might fall a few more days behind schedule, but they also needed to take some time off. Now she was trying to quell her nerves to not spoil the night for her hardworking beau. Veronica got up and grabbed his ruckled pile of clothes on the bed. "My clothes smell weird and sorry I smell worse," he said a few minutes ago before rushing to her bathroom to shower.

He helps her pick out clothes and get dressed. Veronica gets out a lacy white bra and panties to put on first. She then puts on a black pencil skirt with a slit up the back to just above her mid-thigh. Veronica puts on a white flowy blouse with a deep plunging neckline. She finishes it off with a simple gold necklace with several gold dangle bracelets and black heels.

“My name is Veronica Lars.” She was dressed in plain clothes— a black blouse and a green skirt that reached down to her knees, covering the upper part of her sandals. It was the common dress among the maids I had come across. But don’t be fooled by the clothing. She was gorgeous. Brown eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips that wore a smile like a jacket. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. I still blamed her for missing out on my clothes. I appreciated the new wardrobe, but she could have told me that something else was planned instead of leaving me in the dark.