Veronica Roth Books Novels & Stories

“Poor thing. She actually thought she could go up against me. Now she’s lost her ballerina career and her husband to me.” For years, I had thought that maybe if I were still the beautiful ballerina Caleb once loved, none of this would have happened. But now it dawned on me he had never loved me from the start. “Because you deserve everything good, not some riffraff your parents found in a drug house.” I couldn’t listen anymore. I turned to leave, but I ran into Avery instead. “Veronica, what are you doing here?” she asked with distaste as she crossed her arms.

Veronica was furious, how could that vivian woman threaten her life when she was the one who should be doing that, Who was this woman exactly and why was she always confident whenever she spoke, She then realized that perhaps Roger had to dig deeper into Vivian and find out who she was exactly, If she was just a simple whore, she wouldn't have been able to find out that she was indeed the mastermind behind drugging Monti, Even that Stupid Sam Monti's Secretary wasn't able to find anything pointing to her.. She decided to go and see Roger, when she reached his apartment, she knocked on his day as usual but instead of roger opening the door, A huge scary looking man instead opened the door, "M

Luca is back and has called a group meeting for all our underbosses and captains. I shake my head and refocus on the task at hand. We’ve learned everything we could about Svetlana Bocharov, aka Lana. She was eight years old when she was dropped off at an orphanage in Queens. Both of her parents were supposedly dead. At first, she wouldn’t speak at all. The nuns thought she was mute, but that changed later in life.

“Why would I do what you say? You’re no one to me.” Exactly as I expected. She’d run from exposure at all costs. I smirked, leaning back into my seat as whispers started rising around us. “Is Rosette really that rich now?” “What happened to her?” “Her diamonds tested real. I saw it myself.” Veronica’s jaw tightened at the murmurs. Rage glimmered in her eyes, and then she barked out bitterly. “Don’t be fooled. She’s flaunting herself because she probably sleeps with rich men to survive. It’s the only explanation.”

Juuust great. Veronica the Viper had just walked in. With a smirk on her face it appeared. Veronica, better known as Roni, was the beloved little sister of the King family. As the only girl, she was spoiled absolutely rotten and had a talent for manipulating people to get what she wanted. She was known as "The Viper" because all she cared for in her life was her status and image as a King mem'ber and she truly didn't care about anyone 'below' her status and would happily just shallow them whole to get them out of her way. Her bite was full of venom and always had severe consequences.

“What else is it about?” “Freedom.” She looked toward Jonathan. “He made us.” Then toward Lily. “She was trapped.” Finally, she looked at Ethan. “And Ava was hidden.” Her voice became bitter. “You all think you're victims.” She stepped closer. “But every one of you is standing on top of a grave.” Jonathan whispered. “What do you want?” Veronica looked directly at him. “I want what you took from me.” “What?” “My life.” Silence. Then Veronica's expression softened. “I was twenty-three when you put me inside Genesis.”

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

She leaned down until her lips brushed my ear. “No.” She released me completely. I cried out in frustration as my cock throbbed uselessly in the air, denied again. Tears of pure need and humiliation burned at the corners of my eyes. Veronica stood and wiped her gloved hand on a cloth with clinical detachment. “At dawn, while your enemies come for our son, you will remain exactly like this — restrained, aching, powerless. And you will think about the name you once had. The power you once held. The omega you destroyed.”

Hello wonderful readers, I am so sorry for any confusion, but all four books in this series will be separated. Unfortunately, my editor received some untrue information that was then passed on to me. To limit confusion, the order of the books is as follows: *Mated to the Alpha of the North *Mated to the Alpha of the South *Mated to the Alpha of the West *Mated to the Alpha of the East Thank you for your continued patience, understanding, and support. (I am also loving all the comments and encouragement. You guys are awesome! Thanks for sticking with me!!)

She had shown them that she wasn't just Leonard Armani’s wife she was a predator in her own right. And yet, as I watched her walk into the breakfast room, dressed in a sharp, slate gray suit that looked like armor, she seemed more isolated than ever. "The trade papers are calling you the 'Ice Queen of Hollywood,'" I said, sliding the digital tablet across the marble table toward her. Veronica didn't even look at the screen. She poured herself a cup of black coffee, her movements precise and mechanical. "Better to be an Ice Queen than a footnote. Did the transfer of the Midnight Sun equipment clear?"