Veronica Nelson Novels & Stories

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.”

she said shakily. My eyes narrowed. “What nonsense is that?” “This is wolfsbane poison,” she said while holding up the bottle. “And I’m going to drink it.” Vanessa immediately rushed toward her. “Veronica, stop!” But Veronica stepped back quickly. “No!” she cried. “Stay away from me!” I rolled my eyes in frustration. “Oh stop being dramatic.” “I’m serious!” Veronica screamed. Her hands trembled violently around the bottle. “I can’t do this anymore,” she sobbed. “Everyone hates us. Everyone talks bad about us.”

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.”

“Let’s go!” *** “Miss Glazier, it’s not safe! Please stop, she could harm you!” The bodyguards tried to stop Veronica, but she didn’t listen to anyone. “Let me check!” Veronica snapped at one of them and stepped out of the building, Camera flashes made her extremely uncomfortable but she reached the woman. “Makeba!!” she exclaimed as the woman came into her view and she rushed to her. All the uproar about wealth, status, race, and equality died down quickly as Veronica hugged the Black American woman putting an end to all the gossip. Noah ended Aries’s call and reached her through the crowd. “Do you know her?”

They were waiting. A voice drifted from the back of the room, sweet and laced with a deadly, delusional arrogance. "Look who finally decided to come home." Veronica stepped out from behind the altar, bathed in the red moonlight. She was wearing a white gown, pristine against the dark magic of the room. She held a silver remote in her hand like a toy. "You're late, Nash," she smiled, tilting her head. "The party is just beginning." She raised the remote.

In the middle of the night, when only darkness lurks around everywhere, when the evil comes out to hunt and prey on predators, a woman sneaked out of the castle to dodge every guard, she with amazing skills climbed trees and flung from one trunk to another. She was desperate to reach somewhere or rather meet someone. She knew she was failing badly in her given task. The woman was no one other than Veronica. Veronica had snuck out in the middle of the night to go and meet Boston for further planning of breaking the bond between Queen Kelly and Alpha Sebastian.

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.

Oh gods I was nervous. You aren't the only one. Channing and Arachne mindlinked me. We stopped right next to our mates and they lifted our veils, as Eugene, Hades, and I have to say it Alice and Mad Hatter took their seats. Arachne let out a snort as she looked at me. "I know it's hilarious right?" She said aloud. I nodded and then we focused on our mates, as a woman began to speak. Hera. Arachne mindlinked me.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.