Veronica Miracle Age Novels & Stories

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

For fuck's sake, was she regretting it already? "Are you okay?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. "I'm fine," Veronica said automatically, looking lifeless. "Just exhausted. All this drama, the press conference, everything. I'm tired." She trailed off, and I saw her eyes getting distant again. "I miss my life when I was twelve," she said suddenly. "Everything was so peaceful then. Simple. I didn't have to worry about scandals or family feuds." She stopped herself. "I just miss being twelve."

She hated to hear this woman mention her son. Veronica's gaze shot to hers again. "Well, I do have news for you on that front, human," Veronica spat the last word. "You are not able to kill me. I am immortal." "There is no such thing," Aurora responded. Veroncia wondered why this human talked to her so confidently. Veronica's gaze moved over to Lila's once more. She wondered how she had not sensed it before, but Lila's wolf was pronounced. Veronica made a face. It would seem that Lila had been busy behind her back. And after she had saved her from that horrible cabin.

she replies sadly, “If I need to do it, I will kill her. I don’t want to. I’m not planning on it. But if I need to, and I have no other alternative, then I will kill her.” *** Amber’s POV “She’s coming,” Hope says, eyes wide in fear, “She’s almost here. I can feel her. Get ready everyone. Remember what I’ve told you.” At that moment, Veronica appears before us. Her appearance is haggard. Her time in prison has prevented her from using magic to change her appearance, and she appears much older than the last time we saw her. Her long, black hair is streaked with gray, and the skin on her face is covered in wrinkles.

Although Veronica had begun sending those letters to let her know of her intentions to return, she had not wanted to believe them. In fact, she had not believed that her sister would have the nerves to show up back here, yet here she was in all her glory. Her hair was tucked in to a plait that extended down her back, and it seemed to have remained its blonde color, or was it a shade lighter? She couldn’t tell how many years it had been? Twenty four. Her mind whispered. “Twenty-four years, and you don’t look a day over twenty-seven.” She commented. “Veronica.”

The thought of that little bastard I adopted bargaining with her father’s life makes me want to lose my mind. She looks up at me suddenly, eyes glassy. “Do you think I’m worthy of being loved?” I set my glass down, move closer, and cup her face gently with both hands. “Cariño,” I say, voice low, “you are worth far more than that boy ever deserves. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly how much.” She hesitates, then nods. “My name’s Veronica…” she starts, then laughs under her breath, a little breathy sound. “Veronica Harper. I’m—uh—23. Medical student at Horizon.”

"Do they require my signature, or are you too busy watching the new asset perform?" Veronica didn't lower her head. She slowly raised her gold-tipped fingers, casually adjusting the high neck of her charcoal dress. She looked at Christopher, then her gaze drifted down to Lily’s frantic, disheveled frame, and finally to me, standing there with my pants unbuckled like a pathetic captive to my own instincts. She didn't execute a threat. She didn't mention the Cayman accounts.

She scanned the room. "We're in a clinic. I found you unconscious on the street this afternoon, so I brought you here. Um, Veronica, may I ask you something?" "What is it, Sis?" "How old are you?" Kirana asked hesitantly. "I'm almost twenty-one years old, Sis." "Okay, are you still in college?" "I'm pregnant, aren't I?" Veronica quickly interjected. "I already know that, Sis. I'm also married." "Really?" Kirana couldn't believe Veronica's words.

She switched her surfboard from her right hand to her left and then extended her right hand to me for a hand shake “Hey” I replied, taking her hand. I was surprised by how quickly she noticed me and came over. “I'm Veronica” “Nice to meet you, Veronica” she smiled widely. “You seem to be very absorbed in watching me, do you surf?” I let out a light nervous laugh. Was this how fast people made conversation with others here? “No. Oh no. I’m not a surfer. I'm more of a beach towel, sunscreen type of girl. I just love the way you moved in the water. It was fascinating”