Veronica Nelson Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

The air around them grew thick as they exchanged words. “I’m the heiress of the Jones family and Damian Blackwood’s fiancée,” she declared with pride. Elara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what Veronica had just said. “You’re what?” She asked, surprised. “Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”

Most of the reasons had to do with Nyla’s blonde hair, which was so different than Veronica’s curtain of ebony. She had arrived at Nyla’s door at six that morning insisting that Nyla needed help getting ready. When called upon to pick her outfit for the day, Nyla settled on a plain long sleeve top in a color Veronica called ‘sea-green’ and a pair of jeans. It would hide the lingering burns on her arm from the night before. “So simple, yet they look so stylish on you because of your tall frame! I’m so happy they fit!” Veronica admired loudly. “I had to guess your size. You’re taller than both Mason and me. You’re much closer to Eason’s height, but he’s still an inch or two taller I think.”

he questioned. Veronica left Makeba and walked to Aries. “She is Makeba. You remember I told you about a woman who.. um.. helped me when I lost my baby? She is the one!” She glances back at her. “Makeba supported me through the darkest days of my life!” Aries extended his hand in her direction. “Hello, I’m Aries. Veronica’s boyfriend!” “Hello, nice to meet you!” Makeba shakes hands with him. Veronica smiled. “Aries, Makeba is a kind lady and an excellent nurse. Can we offer her a job at the campus? Please, I want to help every person who supported me in the past! They are important to me.” She whispered.

"Kill me. Do it." She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. "But if you kill me, Sayler dies." I froze. The pressure on her throat lessened a fraction. "What?" I hissed. Veronica coughed, gasping for air, but her eyes gleamed with triumph. "Did you think I'd come this far without insurance? I have a team of mercenaries—rogues I hired from the Northern Wastes. They are waiting at the border of the Lycan territory."

It was as though every eye in the room was locked on me with a judgment I couldn’t escape. And then there was Veronica Hayes. I had always known some women would resent my place in Damien’s life, but Veronica’s hatred was personal. A rival businesswoman and one of Damien’s long-time adversaries, Veronica had been working behind the scenes to undermine both Damien and me. She was an expert at spinning stories, planting rumors, and using her connections to destroy anyone who stood in her way. Tonight, she finally let loose. “You’re still wearing the name Montrose,” she sneered as she approached me with her usual icy smile. “It’s a shame you can’t seem to escape your father’s shadow. No matter

And now he belonged to someone else. “Still chasing ghosts?” The voice sliced through the silence like a blade. Rashel turned slowly. Veronica. Tall, elegant, and dangerous in the way only a mistress could be, Veronica stepped out from the shade of the colonnade, her heels clicking against the stone path like warning shots. Her gown, sheer black silk and dripping with confidence, clung to her figure like armor. “What do you want?” Rashel folded her arms. “To give you some advice. A courtesy, really. One woman to another.” Veronica smiled.

“What else is it about?” “Freedom.” She looked toward Jonathan. “He made us.” Then toward Lily. “She was trapped.” Finally, she looked at Ethan. “And Ava was hidden.” Her voice became bitter. “You all think you're victims.” She stepped closer. “But every one of you is standing on top of a grave.” Jonathan whispered. “What do you want?” Veronica looked directly at him. “I want what you took from me.” “What?” “My life.” Silence. Then Veronica's expression softened. “I was twenty-three when you put me inside Genesis.”