Veronica Open The Door Novels & Stories

“Shit. This can't be happening now!” The sound of a door creaking open made him freeze. “Oh, you’re awake,” came a familiar, teasing voice. “Thank God. For a moment, I thought you’d died in your sleep.” He turned his head sharply. Veronica stood at the doorway, her damp hair wrapped in a towel. She wore a long, oversized shirt that barely brushed her thighs, and the faint scent of vanilla drifted with her as she stepped inside. It seemed she had just taken a shower not so long ago, making her look radiant and effortless.

I said and slowly closed the door. I walked to my bed as I gently shook my head. “She’s crazy.” I saw that my wardrobe was still open so I came closer to close it. But then I saw a phone on the floor. I picked it up. I saw Veronica’s picture. She was only wearing a bikini while smiling widely. “Seriously? Was she just too shy to go naked?” I said as I rolled my eyes. I lazily walked to my door to go to Veronica’s room. I saw her door open, and when I was about to knock, I heard some voices from the veranda.

The air itself felt heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and something metallic, like the taste of a copper coin against the tongue. High above the blistering, silent expanse of the great desert, the violet Door manifested. It did not appear on the solid ground. It tore through the sky a thousand feet in the air, a glowing, rectangular wound in reality. It pulsed with a rhythmic, violet light that seemed to beat in time with a heart that didn't belong to this world. For a single heartbeat, the Door was the only thing in the sky. Then, it exhaled.

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and clanged against the door. “Somebody help!” I began to yell. “Anybody!” I hit against the sealed padlock very loudly until finally I heard a pair of footsteps approaching the door. I stepped away, shielding behind the darkness whilst watching who came into the light. And lo and behold, it was none other than the devil herself, Veronica. “Look who it is” Her grating voice boiled my blood as I threw myself against the locks. “I swear to God—“ I gritted through my teeth and she cackled jeeringly in my face.

But Draven had already kicked the door open. “—Surprise!” On the bed, Veronica lay there, completely naked, looking at us shyly.

I said. She agreed with me, the doorbell rang again "It may be important, I think you should get the door," she said "Goddd, why now!!!" I said releasing her I went to open the door and the person at the door was the last person I expected to see "Veronica!!"

Rayne I am awoken by a sharp knock on my door. I rub my eyes while sitting up. Sunlight is flooding the room, giving everything a yellow glow. I feel comfortably warm and at ease, and momentarily forget that someone even knocked on the door to begin with. “Come in,” I say, expecting to see Caddie. It’s Veronica. She closes the door quickly and she’s in a bad mood. I can tell by the way her lips are squeezed together and colorless. “Good morning,” she tells me. “Did you sleep well?”

Veronica tensed up before getting to her feet. "Someone's here," she said in alarm. There was a knock on the door in a pattern of four. She relaxed before settling our tense bodies down. "It's Zeke," she explained. ZEKE!? I tensed up and stood up. I squeezed Casimir's shoulder. Casimir's light growls were silenced when Veronica opened the door without warning. Zeke stumbled in and together they shut the door. He was covered in snow. I glanced away and blushed when I realized he was naked. Nathalie was up with a blanket from the couch and coming over to cover him. "Zeke!?" Veronica asked in surprise. "You came here unannounced."

Opening my eyes, I jumped up and followed her scent. The scent trail led me into the building. The doors of the empty cells passed me, my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t lose her, not now. Pushing forward, I was reaching the last door, the only one at the end of the hallway. Her scent was strong, I knew she had to be on the other side of the door. Turning the latch, the sound of the door opening echoed through the hall. Stepping into the dimly lit room, there she was. Veronica was lying on the ground, her body motionless, her skin was pale.

A man was tied to the chair, dripping in blood from head to toe. His nails seemed to be plucked out, the man was dizzy and nauseous as Bernard had a knife in his hand. He immediately turned around as he was forced to look at who opened the door without his permission. As soon as he saw Veronica standing in the doorway, he closed his eyes momentarily to sweep away the frustration and that deadly look in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked rather casually as he placed the knife on the table and started washing his hands in the nearest sink while not looking at her.