Veronica Miracle Age Novels & Stories

If he did not tell her this, that meant he did not trust her. “Sum, I...” Veronica lowered her head and twisted her fingers. “I had known Chairman Miller a long time ago. It’s him... who doesn’t remember me. My mother died very early, and I’m an orphan who lived together with my grandparents. Then... the house collapsed. I was in junior high school at that time, and my grandmother could not afford to pay for my school fees... and we did not have a house to stay in.” Summer placed a cup of warm water beside Veronica. “Don’t be nervous.”

"How old are you?" She turned away and hesitated for moment before answering. Finally she looked back at him lifting an eyebrow. "I'm twenty-eight, Noah." It came as a surprise. She didn't look it, but the way she was acting you'd think she was forty. "All right, so you're twenty-eight. You don't look it." She didn't, not at all, especially now that she'd lost a few pounds. She tried to walk around him, but he moved with her. "Don't get all weird on me, Veronica. If there's one thing I've learned my whole life, time and age are but an illusion." The crease that suddenly made an appearance between her eyes again made him smile. "I'll be twenty in a week by the way. You lost eleven pounds in t

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

"Miracle is bought by Hawkins Pride at a hundred thousand!" Those who recognized me were in shock, especially Mark Reeve and his girl. I ignored everyone else and turned to look at the Miracle. Oh, what a lovely name she has, and it perfectly suits her. Miracle Verity, now the face running on my mind 24/7 has a name. I was astonished when I saw a horrified look on her face, and she went as pale as a ghost. "Are you alright?" I asked her, and squeezed her hand, but she let go much to my disappointment.

Before my engagement, a fire broke out in my dressing room. The explosion sent shards of glass deep into my body. My best friend, Monica Addams, shielded me as we escaped the flames. At the hospital, she stayed by my side as I clung to life. She called my fiancé, James Miller. However, his response was dismissive. “Veronica isn’t feeling well, and I’m accompanying her to get an IV drip. If it’s no big deal, just drop it.”

“Please... even if you can’t get medicine, just some water... I am not asking much...” But Veronica laughed. She stood up, looking at me through the gap with ridicule. “Did I say I would help you if you gave me something? I think it’s good if you die here.” Despair washed over me. “Don’t you want me to help you become Luna?!” “I’m already ahead of the other ladies. With my intelligence and beauty, winning is just a matter of time.” She arrogantly flipped her hair and grinned. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, idiot!”

He cut off the call immediately after it and looked directly into the eyes of that woman. "Start counting your days my lady, I'll make sure, I break you so bad and you still come to me for the healing of that pain" he repeated the promise he made to his younger self that day. * "Veronica please don't be stubborn, we need to measure your ring size. You can go to office after that. Our engagement is more important" Jonathan tried to convince Veronica who seem to be busy with her schedule. Veronica was a fashion designer, she completed her degree last year in Paris and moved to Italy with her fiancee.

Chapter Twenty-Six Mikaela: My eyes enlarged, my eyeballs almost rolling out of their sockets. How did she know my name? Oh, so the bossy vibe wasn't fake after all. “Oh, girl, where are my manners?” Her steps became quicker, her heels knocking against the hard concrete of the road. “I'm Veronica. Veronica Black.” She introduced, and at this point, she was only a few inches away from me, our eyes boring into each other's. “I hope you know what that means?”

"Just getting some air with Elena." Veronica's eyes flicked to Elena dismissively. "Oh. Hi, Elena. Love your dress. Very... practical." The insult was delivered with a sweet smile, but Elena caught the venom underneath. This twenty-six-year-old influencer actually thought she was superior to Elena. Thought she'd won some kind of prize by stealing another woman's husband. "Thank you, Veronica," Elena said politely. "I love yours too. Very... attention-seeking." Veronica's smile faltered.

If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive. Veronica's personality is quite quiet, introverted and has no friends. She's the same age as me and doesn't come from a noble family. She is Ms Glenda's cousin, a descendant of a family with a tradition of ballet since childhood. Out of all of us here, Veronica is considered to be the most innovative and unique ballet dancer.