Veronica Roth Books Novels & Stories

"Is that a good thing?" "It is the best thing in the world," I whispered, my voice dropping into a gentle, serious tone. I reached out and took her small, warm hand in my large palm, squeezing her fingers gently. "You are so smart, Vivian. Lady Veronica spent years building this corrupt silver network in the shadows, thinking no one could ever catch her. And you destroyed her entire life's work in just two nights with a single book and a clever letter." Vivian looked down at our joined hands, a quiet, profound emotion rushing through her eyes.

She paused for a second then continued, “plus I learnt a potion that can be made. It takes a week to make and causes whoever drinks it to go invisible for thirty seconds. If things get to that, we'll have to use it.” Wilkes nodded his head. “Good,” he said. “At least we've made progress. We know they're on to us and how to temporarily get rid of them.” He sighed. “There's something we should check out tomorrow,” Harold said, facing Trisha. “What's that?” she asked. Her eyes moved from Harold to Wilkes, in search of clues in their facial expressions. “We didn't tell you because we don't know if it's important but there's a letter we saw in professor Ericson's office when we were there last se

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.

They needed a good storm, Veronica reflected early one evening as she returned to her small flat. She wasn’t hungry, and the prospect of an evening spent over her books didn’t appeal in the least. She missed David and their discussions and she missed Sasha even more. The day had been so hot and the flat was so airless that she showered in a vain attempt to get cool, pulling over her naked body an old cotton shirt which had once belonged to Henry, too drained and lethargic even to think of getting properly dressed.

He assured her, cuddling her close to him. She thanked the stars that she had run into Rhys that day, or she would have been crushed by the weight of this burden before her. Hesitantly, she opened the door to the house, in half hopes and expecting nothing. Veronica sat in the sitting room, reading a book absentmindedly. One will easily know that her eyes were on the book, but not her mind. Her eyes darted around the pages, nothing sinking into her head. When she heard the creaking of the door, she looked up, her eyes lighting up when she spotted Sophie and her partner.

“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason: “Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim. “Why should I?” “‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the deed?”

DEVON "You're a druid?" I said, trying to process what I'd just heard. "What? Hard to believe?" Veronica purred, a look of amusement on her cat-like features. "Then you know a lot about the twin moons?" Theo said to Veronica who shrugged as she rubbed her long fingernails together. "I know something about the twin moons but it's not going to be enough" "Liam said he saw you with a book -" Veronica rolled her eyes. "Of course it would be Liam. I'm afraid I no longer have the book here with me"

On close scrutiny, she realized an odd coincidence. Why was the symbol on the book the same as the tattoo on Ivan's back? Questions filled her head, bringing with them an eagerness to find answers. Inching closer to the table, she reached out her hand to pick the book up. But before she could touch it … "Didn't I warn you against stepping foot in this room?" _ A day was not enough to cry out. Only enough to find a moment's peace. Veronica's eyes bulged out, red and swollen from crying for a long time.

“You’re wrong. She’s no hunter. She’s a wolf. A powerful one. Powerful enough to draw the King’s gaze.” Arnold stiffened. Veronica’s grip on her wine tightened. Her face betrayed nothing but disdain. “Fairy tales,” she scoffed. Ronan’s smirk deepened. “Funny you should say that. I visited an apothecary in town not long ago. Fine woman, clever with herbs. She helped me after the poisoning. Ever been?” He tilted his head pointedly at Veronica, the words bait and blade in one. “I hear she has interesting clients.” Veronica’s throat went dry. “I wouldn’t know.”