Veronica Open The Door Please Novels & Stories

Astrid questioned with a glare. “Let go of my hand, you whore!" Selene screamed. “Whore?” Astrid raised an eyebrow, letting go of Selene's hand. “Leave.” She ordered. Selene sashayed out of her sight. “I know you're in there, Darius. Come on out.” Astrid crossed her arms. The door opened and Darius got out and locked it. “How's your stomach?” He asked, smiling as he twisted the glass of alcohol in his hand.

Veronica closed the door and went for the door that was the second on the right from Alpha Evander’s bedroom. The door was locked. That was a good sign, Veronica thought. She flickered her finger near the doorknob and heard the lock click over. She turned the knob and was rewarded with the door giving way to her. She pushed the door open wide enough for her body to slip through. She closed the door and turned around.

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.

Instead, she looked amused. "Oh," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You're home early, Ava." I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped their hands around my lungs and squeezed. Ethan shifted Vivian off his lap with an irritated sigh, like I'd interrupted something inconvenient. He didn't bother covering himself. He didn't bother looking apologetic. "Don't just stand there," he said coldly. "Close the door." My hands shook at my sides.

Standing in front of my door, I reached for the keys in my pocket but I noticed the door was slightly opened. I stepped into the house, turning on my phone flash light as there was a power outage. Clothes lay in disarray on the bed and random objects were thrown around the floor, the pillow still had indentation of her head which means she laid here but she wasn't on the bed. “Veronica? I'm home…where are you?” I heard whimpering and rushed towards where it came from. I found Veronica by the kitchen door, crouched with her knees pulled close to her chest, tears running down her face.

A vase shattered across the floor and she didn't look at it. She stared at me. "No." She shook her head and hair came loose. "No. You're performing. This is another act." "Selena. Get up. Mommy isn't angry anymore. Stop this right now." She reached for my arm. Her fingertips landed on cold skin and she yanked back hard. That temperature was real. That was what death felt like. - Sarah, an Omega servant from the house next door, heard the scream. She came through the open front door and made it as far as the hallway, but one look at what was inside my room made her legs give out.

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?”

"You should leave." "I'm sorry!" Veronica cried out. "Please don't be mad at me." "Just go." Nellie closed the door just as the tears slid down her face. Veronica leaned against the door and knocked softly. "Nellie, I'm sorry. Please talk to me." After minutes of no response, she knocked again as her own tears slid down her face. "Call me if you need anything, okay? I love you."

VERONICA’S POV My heart raced like it had never done before as I dashed into the house. I hurried into my room and two steps into my room, my feet turned numb. And then I stood at the spot and let my heaving chest heave. What should I do? I was still in my dazed state when a rap sounded on the door. “Veronica, please hear me out...” a raspy voice pleaded. I swallowed and faced the door. Veronica, you must choose one; open the door and talk things out with him or never open and never get the chance to hear what he had to say.

She squatted down in front of the bathroom and sobbed while the water ran on. **** Rhys was back with a crowbar and sledgehammer, ready to break down the door. He decided to give Veronica one last chance, hoping to reduce damages. “Veronica, please open up. Your daughter just spoke for the first time in a long time.” He pleaded. There was a momentary pause in the water sound in the bathroom. The door unbolted, and Veronica came out, water dripping from her clothes. She had gone into the shower and sat in the bathtub with clothes on.