Novel & Cerita Veronica Pope Soa

each time they invited me to this group discussion about anyone but the children. There were times I avoided going to these meetings, but being in the same circle as these mothers did a little benefit to me. Veronica Short, a single mother, a renowned fashion designer, and the daughter of a business tycoon, was the one responsible for this group. Veronica was too much worried about everything that was happening in this world that might affect the future of her daughter. She wasn’t doing anything to prevent those stuff more like she was only talking. Even the petty stuff that came out of her mouth felt more dramatic than it should be.

“Well, thank you my dear. Why don’t you go mingle with some of my colleagues while I go over both yours and Mrs. Burns projects.” I nodded and she gently pushed me into the crowd of people. Veronica came up to me once she noticed I had arrived, interrupting the conversation she was having with one of the CEOs that was at the meeting yesterday. “May the better woman win” Veronica said coyly as she stuck her hand out to shake mine, in other hand was a salt rimmed martini glass filled with a red liquid. “Indeed, may the best CEO prevail.” I said with just as much coy, but even more confidence.

She slowly walked over to him, hoping to see his face for once but he had his mask on already. “Hi Noah.” “What do you want?” He snapped, almost immediately. “I just wanted to say sorry for whatever Charlene must have put you through. I'm just glad you finally know her for who she really is.” She sighed, crossing her legs as soon as she sat on the bed. “Who she really is? Do you know her?” Noah raised a brow. “Oh yes!” Veronica smirked, “she used to be in my class. Everyone knew her as a whore. She's an orphan and had to fuck guys for money.” She pulled back, pushing her chest out.

“My name is Vivienne, and I am Sophie’s therapist. I came to see if she was home. I would like to talk to her. She hasn’t been taking my calls or replying to my emails and has refused to attend all of our sessions since the first one.” Veronica raised her brows. “Are you from the village?” she asked. Vivienne nodded. “Yes. My mother is Agatha Olson. I’m not sure if I know you.” She shrugged. “But then, I don’t know half the people in this town. I have been away for quite some time.” “I am Veronica. Sophie’s mother.” She introduced her. Vivienne frowned, and Veronica felt compelled to add, “Eliana’s sister.” “Oh!” Vivienne said, touching her cheek. “You are the one who’s got the town in an up

she said cheerily. Days passed, and Veronica had already gained her father's trust. He now granted her access to every illegal project he had been working on. At first, she acted a little hesitant about what she learned. But what he didn’t know was that she recorded everything—just getting ready for his fall. EPUA already had the footage daily, and Sabrina was pleased. Very pleased. She wasn’t doing this to please Sabrina, but to please herself and end his evil deeds. He was building an army of men—slowly taking her grandfather’s business.

“Miss Darren–” "Just call me Vero," Veronica interrupted quickly, looking at Professor Mark. “I know that I am human. But I want to get more details about the situation that occurred. Can you explain more about this ancient poison? Or a project from the Schneider organization–a plan or whatever you know?” "That …" Professor Mark's eyes glanced at Karl, a bit hesitant to answer Veronica's question. Perhaps due to considering the fact that of all the people in this room, he was the only one who was an ordinary human without any power or deep knowledge of supernatural beings.

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

an older woman asks me and throws an angry look at Raphael. " My name is Veronica T***s, I will turn nineteen next week. I originally lived with my dad in High- Ashbury San Francisco, my grandmother's birth town. I moved to New York to study and started to work at the trading company that happend to be Raphaels, ma'm." I tell her and try to sound as confident as possible. " Oh dear you are so young! What do your parents say about your relationship with Raphael?" she asks me a bit shocked.

The office looked like a battlefield, papers scattered, rain threatening to fall Veronica’s perfume a sickening fog. "I did it for her,” Veronica had said, her voice rising, frantic, she was being toxic and manipulative as her hands gesturing wildly. “You were poor, William! A waiter, coding in a shitty apartment, dreaming big but broke. I grew up with nothing, and I couldn’t let Sophie starve, couldn’t let her be touched, burned, broken like me.” She then stood, her coat slipping, her face fierce, tears streaming. “I went back to Victor, to money, for her. I don’t regret it.”