Veronica Nelson Novels & Stories

“Why would you kill Aunt Nancy? Why would you hurt Veronica and Ursula? Why?” “Oh, Veronica wasn’t hurt,” Lena said dismissively. “She only pretended.” Veronica’s lips curled. “I drank the Oil of Black Henbane,” she confessed. “It slowed my pulse and mimicked neural shutdown. A perfect, convincing coma.” Rowan felt the world tilt. “And Ursula?” he whispered. “We intended to kill Ursula,” Veronica replied without flinching. “She wasn’t supposed to survive. I don’t know how she did. The strike was swift. She shouldn’t even remember the shadow that touched her.”

He nodded and walked away. “Still with Chase then?” Amelia leaned in and smiled. “Her birthday is in a few hours. We shall see!” Nora smiled at me and pushed my shoulder. “Do you think it will be Chase?” Veronica wiggled her eyes at me. She was beautfiul and actually did some modeling for Victoria Secrets. Her long black hair bounced with each laugh.

"Emma! Come down here right now! You're making a scene!" I didn't look at him. Veronica kept talking and getting louder. "She's nobody! Just some woman who married rich and thought she could steal my life! I'm the real Evangeline! I have proof! I have contracts! I have witnesses! I have everything!" Some people in the crowd nodded. They looked like they believed her. "Look at her!" Veronica pointed at me. "Look at her cheap dress! Her cheap shoes! Does she look like a world famous designer? No! She looks like... like..."

The consolation prize he pretends not to regret. And Veronica—her cool little smiles have gone from approval to dismissal. She doesn’t even bother hiding it anymore. She’s busy patching the family name, already strategizing how to survive Nico’s spiral. I can see it in the way she moves—elegant exits, whispered calls, files slipped into sleek handbags. She’s planning for life after him. That leaves me stranded.

"Isn't that the nurse from the video?" "The livestream... I thought she was dead!" Nurse Veronica's voice rang out, clear and strong. "I'm Nurse Veronica Miller. I worked at Medicare Hospital until Mr. Donovan had me fired for trying to do good." The crowd's murmurs grew louder. Veronica's eyes flashed as she continued. "I've risked everything - my career, my safety, even my life - to stand here today and tell you the truth. This man," she pointed at Dad, "tried to silence me permanently when I discovered his illegal activities.

“After Caleb turned me away from your parents’ home, I couldn’t face going home alone. So I went to that bar to have a drink, and she was there. Working as the lounge musician, of all things.” I narrow my eyes. “Veronica is wealthy enough to live three lifetimes never having to lift a finger,” I point out. “You mean to tell me she’s picking up late-night gigs?” “Trust me, I was as surprised as you are.” I purse my lips, considering. To be fair, Selina did tell me that Veronica couldn’t afford her lavish lifestyle anymore. She was just in Bo’Arrocan recording a track, but that doesn’t mean she was paid yet, or paid enough to cover her exorbitant expenses.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

in a half sarcastic tone, Erna continued, "why did you fail to control your emotions when William Schneider was on our campus at the funeral of Professor Anderson?" "Err… that…," Bianca was at a loss, and found herself unable to reply to Erna's words, which hit the nail on the head. "Urgh, fine! We'd better change the subject." "Change topic? Why? I do not want it! Talking about William Schneider and his abnormal attraction to obsession with Vero is still much more interesting," Erna slyly smiled as she glared at Veronica. "Your turn, Vero." Nodding, Veronica took a card, then smiled with satisfaction when she saw the combination of cards in her hand and put it excitedly on the bed while exc

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

Though the world around us blurred, his silhouette remained painfully clear. "Luna Wicken," Neve called, his voice tinged with mocking humour, as if this encounter were simply amusing. "I had hoped you'd come." I squared my shoulders, channelling every ounce of resolve I could summon. "You hoped wrong," I shot back, the venom in my tone undercut by the steady calm I forced into my bearings. This was a confrontation I'd anticipated in many nightmares, but now standing on the cusp of vengeance, all I felt was terrifying certainty.