Veronica Nelson Novels & Stories

Always watching, never missing a move. Later, the Luna noticed too. Vera moved through the corridors like a viper, beautiful and dangerous, her half-healed face stitched and shining. Her voice dripped with venom every time Veronica entered the room. “Whore,” she said one morning loud enough for all to hear. Veronica smiled sweetly. “You sound threatened.” The Luna’s eyes burned. “You don’t belong here.” “Maybe not,” Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.”

"They keep kicking her and hitting her. Hera is so scared." "Who has her, Amber?" He gently wiped her tears away. "Who is the mean woman?" "Aurora." Amber held her hand out as if trying to shield Hera from pain, crying out, "No!" Nolan gestured to Gelo to prepare the men. It took about half an hour, but Nolan managed to get some information from Amber. He calmed her enough to leave her with Megan and Cian while he organized the men. "Why does Lancaster follow her orders? He’s not a Augur," Nolan asked his son.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

It was Veronica on the other line. "How’s the matchmaker doing?" she asked teasingly. "Tsk! Well, they seem to be doing okay," I replied, sneaking another glance at Enzo and Moana. "Are you really sure about what you’re doing, Nel?" Veronica asked seriously. "Of course," I replied briefly. I heard her sigh.

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.

Nolan’s eyes scanned the screen, then flicked to Damien and Celeste. “She moved again.” “What now?” Damien asked, his voice already darkening. Nolan turned the phone so the room could see. It was a video of herself, Veronica Hale. No press makeup, no curated lighting, no designer setting. Just her, sitting in what looked like a private study, lit by natural daylight, her expression carefully composed but uncharacteristically raw. “Play it,” Celeste said. Nolan tapped the screen. The video rolled. “I’ve remained silent,” Veronica’s voice began, measured and low, “because I believed this would resolve in private. But silence, it seems, is no longer a shield. So here’s the truth, from me.”

A striking woman with dark hair and red lips smiled at her with eyes full of venom. “I’m Veronica Steele,” she whispered, her smile never faltering. “I used to stand where you are now.” Olivia blinked. “You…?” “Oh, yes,” Veronica said, sipping her champagne. “Nuel’s lover. Once upon a time. Don’t get too comfortable, darling. Men like him don’t change. You’re not a wife to him. You’re a placeholder.” Olivia’s chest tightened. Before she could respond, Veronica leaned even closer, her perfume sharp and suffocating.

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They had just taken their seats when the clanking of heels on the tiled floor was heard. “Well…well…well, look who it is. Isn't this daddy's spoiled princess?” Veronica's long-term enemy and rival, Nicole West, said as she sized them up. Behind her were two of her minions who were just about to debut. Veronica rolled her eyes and kept cleaning her make up, the same couldn't be said for Carole who was about to explode in anger.

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.