Veronica Roth Books Novels & Stories

End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3) Hendrick’s book (no title yet, to pick up when the book of Veronica ends) Potential plans (synopsis written): Victoria’s book Raymond’s book Audrey’s book

The feeling similar to nausea in his stomach earlier from the party, that had been MIA the whole evening, returned. Despite knowing it was not a good idea, and how much the withholding sight would hurt him, his intrigue got the best of him and he found his feet leading him to the living room. Veronica was sitting next to Roth on the couch, still in her short navy blue dress from earlier that evening. They had perhaps been streaming a movie earlier, but currently she was trailing the tip of her index finger up along his inner thigh, still covered by his dress pants, and over the expanse of the growing bulge between his legs, while looking at him seductively.

Once the last shred of bright yellow was removed, Nic flipped the book over. "Goodnight Moon," he said, then looked up at Veronica with quizzical eyes. Veronica smiled, "That was the first book my mom read to me as a baby." Nic looked down at it. "Yeah, my mom too, but--," then Veronica felt his body jump underneath her. His head snapped to her face and his eyes were wide. He quickly looked down at her stomach and then back up to her face. "Are you--" "Yes," Veronica whispered, her eyes searching his back and forth for any disappointment. Luckily, she didn't see any.

“But she’s never alone. Someone shadows her. Quietly. He’s competent.” “David,” Veronica said, distaste tucked into a single name. “Mm.” I let the consonant sit. “He’ll try to keep it clean. He’ll fail.” “Your confidence is charming,” she said. “And occasionally dangerous.” I leaned in, lowering my voice so it felt like a pact. “Listen to me. There are three stories on the table. One: the tragic wife returns to her abuser, haloed by forgiveness. Two: the mastermind survivor exposes a monster and brings him to his knees. Three: the complicated woman reappears, and the world remembers she’s not a saint—she’s an accelerant.”

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.

Mika said, turning off the recording. “Does it mean that I can go?” “No! We need that spell book. Where is it?” asked Mika. “Its gone, someone stole it from my house and I don’t have a clue who.” Said Veronica. “Who was the last person to visit you?” I asked. “My friend Sarah but she doesn’t like anything spiritual,she is an atheist.” “Tell her to come to your house, she needs to tell us where the book is.” Said Mika. Veronica invited Sarah to her house. She arrived quicker than any of us had anticipated.

She switched her surfboard from her right hand to her left and then extended her right hand to me for a hand shake “Hey” I replied, taking her hand. I was surprised by how quickly she noticed me and came over. “I'm Veronica” “Nice to meet you, Veronica” she smiled widely. “You seem to be very absorbed in watching me, do you surf?” I let out a light nervous laugh. Was this how fast people made conversation with others here? “No. Oh no. I’m not a surfer. I'm more of a beach towel, sunscreen type of girl. I just love the way you moved in the water. It was fascinating”

“What happened to her, Alpha?’’ Ruth's concern was the motionless woman laying flat on the floor. I scoffed, getting back up. “Take her to the bed, she only blacked out.’’ Marcus got it immediately, while Ruth followed him to get some check up done on her. Marcus acknowledged the shattered flower vase on the floor and blood trails on the tiles following my steps. “Let's get it fixed quickly. It's still bleeding.’’ “After you, Alpha.’’ Came Ruth, stepping away from the bed to join us. “How is she doing?’’ “It was just a momentary pass out. Her breathing and pulse is stable so she should be up in a few minutes.” I nodded, glanced one last time at the shattered vase on the floor before heading

Only a single candle flickering inside a crystal hurricane lamp, two glasses of vintage Pinot Noir, and the quiet, low hum of the rain pressing against the arched leaded-glass windows. Across from me sat Veronica. She was wearing a dark midnight-blue silk dress that draped elegantly over her shoulders, completely concealing the faint shadow of her healing injury. Her silver-rimmed spectacles sat delicately on the bridge of her nose, reflecting the soft candlelight as she scanned an encrypted dossier resting beside her wine glass. Her dark hair was swept up into a sleek chignon, exposing the long, slender line of her neck. She looked entirely lethal. She looked devastatingly beautiful.

Veronica’s eyes opened slowly. The room was dark, lit only by faint moonlight slipping through the window. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then she heard it again. Movement. She turned her head slightly. Christiana’s bed was empty. Veronica’s heart skipped. Slowly, she lifted herself just enough to look around. The door to the dormitory was slightly open. A shadow slipped through it. Christiana. Veronica’s breath became shallow. She’s going again… Without thinking too much, Veronica quietly got out of bed.