Veronica Nelson Novels & Stories

“Don’t think you can hog all the glory here.” We both closed our mouths. If Nicholas was family to me and Elva, then so too, was Julian. “I will also be a donor,” Veronica said. My eyes went wide. “Veronica… you don’t have –” “I want to,” she said, cutting me off. She gave me a soft semblance of a smile, as much as she had ever seemed able. It warmed me as if she had just beamed at me. “Thank you,” I told her. And Julian too. And Nicholas.

"He's twisting everything, making himself out to be some kind of hero. All for his stupid campaign." Veronica's brow furrowed, her eyes never leaving the screen. "We can't let him get away with this," she said, her voice gaining strength. "We need to tell the truth." I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Which truth? How are they going to believe us over the great Richard Donovan?" A spark of something - determination? mischief? - flashed in Veronica's eyes. She reached out, fumbling with the items on her bedside table until her fingers closed around her wristwatch. "With this," she said, holding it up triumphantly.

“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.

she whispers like she was inside my head. It's Nia.

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

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.

Wright muttered and jumped down the window just the way he came in. Melanie broke into tears She doesn't even know why she's crying but she cried so hard till she fell asleep. •••• ≺7ℙ𝕄≈𝔸𝕌ℝ𝕆ℝ𝔸'𝕊 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼≻ "Damn,Thadeus have such good eyes" Cindy groaned as they stared at Annabella's outfit She got it as a delivery from Thadeus,he bought both her dress,purse and shoes,he even bought countless of jewelries.

As I stepped back from her, I asked, "Anyway, feeling nervous?" Veronica smiled sheepishly and bit her lower lip. "You couldn't possibly imagine how nerve-wracking I am right now! Good thing that you're finally here!" "Don't worry, you've got this. You're going to be amazing!" I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Oh God! I can't wait to see Nathan! He texted me and told me he'd wear a blue stripe tie. "Well, um... er, I believe many men in this room are wearing that color, Selene." Veronica's face fell slightly at my response.

“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