Veronica Miracle Age Novels & Stories

Could she tell who she was? Veronica had met her just once, and she was just 15 at the time. It had been 27 years. Veronica’s eyes kept flicking back to Richard. He was talking to Asher now, his expression serious as they exchanged words, but Veronica couldn’t look away. Memories she had buried deep within her mind began to surface—images of a time long ago. "Are you alright?" Olivia's voice cut through her thoughts, concerned. She had noticed Veronica’s sudden pallor and the way her hands trembled ever so slightly.

“Perfect timing. Iris, this is our cousin, Veronica. She’s our aunt’s daughter on our mom’s side.” My eyes widen as I finally place her. Veronica Matthews—the world-renowned pianist. I’ve seen her on magazine covers, watched her performances online, even attended a few with Brian and Liam. She’s a prodigy who began playing at age three and debuted with the Ordan Philharmonic at twelve. She’s a legend. “It’s an honor to meet you,” I say, extending my hand. “I’m a huge fan of your work.” Veronica’s perfect eyebrows rise slightly. “Are you? How delightful.” She takes my hand and shakes it. “The family resemblance is remarkable. You’re going to cause quite a stir in our little world, Iris.”

she whispered in her ear, and Veronica chuckled. “You aren’t even supposed to touch this!” she laughed and the little girl in a sparkling white dress pouted. “Not before you turn….” “Eighteen!” the girl cut her off. “I know what you’re gonna say next! You are a small cute baby girl and not supposed to touch that before you turn eighteen and blah… blah… blah!” she batted her eyelashes and Veronica raised her eyebrow. “By the way, are you by any chance, single?” she asked, and Veronica laughed. “You’re beautiful! I can set you up...”

"The Veronica we took in wasn't a baby. She was seven years old when we rescued her from her abusive parents. Far from an infant." I was stunned. That feeling as if I hit something valuable. It makes my mind blown. With a shake of my head, I struggled to regain my composure. "No, this can't be right. Veronica told us that she was left as a baby due to circumstances our mother couldn't overcome. She narrated being adopted and subsequently subjected to exploitation and abuse." My words now trembled with genuine astonishment. "No! That's not possible. Veronica wasn't adopted. She aged out of our care, and we released her to live independently," Mother Hannah explained, her own shock mirroring m

Suffocating. Veronica closed her eyes. Thirty-nine days since her forty-first birthday. She hadn’t celebrated. There had been a small cake, yes—vanilla with too much icing, the way her mother liked it—and a card signed by both parents in careful, matching handwriting. But no party. No friends calling to toast her. The few people she’d once called close had drifted away during the divorce, choosing sides or simply choosing silence.

“I let you see me because I wanted to see how far you’d go. And look at you. Trying to run to your little friend with the truth. How noble of you.. stupid actually but cute” My palms were damp, heart pounding against my ribs. “Elara deserves…” Her smile sharpened, though her voice never lost its softness. “Elara deserves to live. Don’t you think?” Cold shot through me. “What… what are you saying?” Veronica stepped closer, her perfume sweet, cloying, wrong. “You may think me venomous, Lila. That’s the word you whispered to yourself, wasn’t it? But venom isn’t the half of it.” She tilted her head, eyes glittering like shards of glass. “I’m more deadly than you could ever imagine. And if you va

Veronica asked, as a drop of tear fell from her eyes. “You were supposed to be my ticket to get reinstated, but you flopped badly. You are definitely not my child!” her father barked. “Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Am I the only one missing something here? How is it that Veronica pretended to be pregnant when her pregnancy was confirmed by the greatest doctor this Pack has ever known, George Harvey, your best friend’s father?” Lady Millicent asked, shooting him a questioning look. The other members of the Pack also turned to look at him, their facial expressions doing the talking.

She tried to eavesdrop to see if they had any new information on Nic. As she was trying to listen, the bedroom door opened wider and in walked Paige, Jimmy and Isabelle's youngest daughter. She was four years old and had wavy dark hair like her mother, but a round face like her father. She crawled onto the bed beside Veronica. "You hurt?" she asked in a tiny voice, as she looked at Veronica's stomach. Veronica was too tired to answer, but she nodded as a tear slid down the side of her face and into her hair.

He knelt beside her and held her in his arms as he looked at the black Stone warrior. - Mine – he shouts. The young woman was blushing and didn't take her eyes off Miracle. He was noticeably younger than her. She was 24 years old and her mate couldn't be more than 18. Micky looks at Miracle and smiles. - No one is going to steal your mate. Please relax. Devine and Kurt, who had been left behind when Miracle ran to the training field like a madman, arrive and stare at the scene. Dean wasn't satisfied.

"Their eyes scared me to death! Even though I am sure they are still a kid!" "What else can we do?" Veronica smoothed the cards on her desk. "Perhaps they were not as young as you think. Perhaps, they like Nora." Bianca's eyes widened instantly. "D-do-you mean, maybe they are actually immortal?!" "Perhaps. I don't know," Veronica shrugged. "Never mind, no need to worry about such small things. Could you get me my crutches, please?" "Yup," Bianca nodded slightly, walked quickly to Veronica's crutches beside her bed, and handed them to Veronica. "Here."