Veronica Sawyer Heathers Costume Novels & Stories

Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear. The two of then reached the top and Lilith had to let go Veronica and let her walk on her own. Veronica then sat on the new throne made out of black diamond. The supreme dark-priest stood by her side and took the crown from Hikaris who has a wide smile on his lips. “Will you, Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, take this crown of glory, and wield it with valor and might, through all the days of your reign?” The supreme dark-priest asked.

No emotion can be read in his face, but he cannot hide the tear that slipped away from his eyes. Queen Helia, and her husband King Aiden sobbed silently. Looking at their daughter's resting face. Neo clenched his fist as he was trying hard not to cry. "The Heatherians' queen, our queen, has fallen. Let's all salute for her bravery and heroism. Rest in Peace our Queen." Ms. Anthea said before putting her right palm on the top of her head, then on her left chest. The others also did the same, before bowing.

But I was sure that the most beautiful women I’d ever seen were in this room. “Close your mouth!” Veronica hissed in my ear. “Stop drooling over the other candidates. You look like a total fool!” I quickly closed my mouth and glanced at Veronica. She looked stunning today as well. The antique dress she bought from Osborn’s antique shop perfectly highlighted her arrogant and noble demeanor. Her head was held high, and the ruby necklace around her elegant neck made her look like a swan. “You’ll win today,” I said sincerely. She sneered, flipping her curly blonde hair. “Of course.”

I stepped out right behind her, my hands thrust deep into my trousers pockets, my face resetting into that freezing, unreadable expression that usually kept the entire executive floor silent. Inside the grand marble foyer, Veronica Hayes was standing next to a massive, three-foot crystal vase, directing two moving men with an annoyed, arrogant flick of her French-manicured wrist. She was dressed in a pristine, pure white Chanel suit, her blonde hair coiffed into a perfect bun, looking every bit the tragic, betrayed high-society wife—until her eyes landed on the two of us walking through her doors.

The music was too loud but nice, the bar was too crowded and I would bet by lucky nickle that not only was it hot in there but disgusting. "I mean...well I thought...we were going to have dinner or something", Henley stuttered fiddling with her black leather mini dress. She had let her ginger red hair flow down her shoulders and it really made her look badass. Like a sneaky little redhead minx. Veronica on the other hand, had her hair up in a ponytail, letting down some tendrils on both sides, she had a short brown minidress coupled with kick ass leather boots. They both looked hot compared to little old me. For a casual hang out, I had worn an off -the-shoulder white ruffle romper paired wi

It was enough to put a bigger smile on his face. Despite the impending danger his brain was warning him about all day since he got out of bed, to his wonder, all he felt instead at the moment was a sense of ease and relief...some sort of reprieve from all the pressure and paranoia he had been dealing with the past few days. Veronica stood behind the mic stand, dead center on the stage and positioned behind the keyboard while she did a slow-paced dance. She looked stunning in her tapered-to-the-waist black dress, which he wasn't a fan of because it had quite a plunging neckline. She matched it with a crisp white, unbuttoned blazer that only added points to her "VIP look".

DEX. "You can turn now," Veronica says, and I prepare myself before I face her, and she cackles as she pulls at the ends of the shirt. "Hideous, isn’t it?" She’s in one of my loose black shirts, and it practically swallows her, reaching her mid-thighs. Christ, was she always that tiny?

She said. "Dress up first, baby." He pulls her to him and helps her dress up. While they are dressing up, Veronica notices someone familiar in disguise. She frowned and reached for a binocular and zoomed in. The height and the red clothing matches Sylvia. She's here in the Main City with a paper bag from pleasure shop. Then behind her was Glenn? "How are they here?" She mutters. "What?" "Shh." She shushed him. Tony clasped her bra and peek on what she's spying into.

"Yo, long time no see, busy bee," A familiar, infuriating female voice called from behind. Winnie's scalp tingled. Just as she feared, trouble had arrived. Veronica—how did she always know exactly where Winnie would be? Like a dog on her scent, she appeared at the perfect moment. Veronica also wore a cocktail dress—a pale blue strapless mini, paired with minimal jewelry and a rhinestone clutch. The outfit was just her usual style, slightly more formal than everyday wear. Compared to Winnie's grand ensemble, it looked a touch underwhelming.

Third Person's POV Stewart walked behind Vanya. "Did Derrick and Grace make it?" Vanya asked. "They weren't invited," Stewart said. "They didn't invite Derrick, or Grace, or even Theodore, but they invited me." Vanya gave a small laugh. She didn't realize she was so important that Veronica would go around the other three just to invite her. "Let's go." Vanya wore a wine-red dress, her long, wavy French curls falling to her waist. She was covered in limited-edition jewelry from Dantes Group.