Veronica Sawyer Novels & Stories

Veronica Hale. Arden Rowe was set to star as Veronica Hale in a film produced in partnership with Titan Media, co-financed by a new silent investor with deep ties to international markets. The angle? Veronica as a misunderstood icon, a victim of the media's obsession with demonizing powerful women. Celeste’s glass hit the counter with a sharp clink. “You’re fucking kidding.”

Veronica was furious. She texted me: [Amelia, are you happy now? I’ve lost completely, and now everyone sees me as the other woman. Is this what you wanted?!] [I’m not happy yet. You’re still in my way. Get him out of my life, or I’ll crank up the heat and make sure you never recover your reputation!] Maybe she was scared that I had more evidence. Thirty minutes later, Veronica showed up. I watched from my window as she and James argued and pulled at each other.

He said, with so much insensitivity. Veronica couldn't believe her ears, and at the same time, she could, but didn't want to believe it was true. She just wanted to die with Kiera. "People do change, don't they?" Veronica said as tears trickled down her cheeks. "Look Veronica, I..." "Beck please," She interrupted him. “I just want to be alone for now.” She forced her legs to move, but they were too weak because she was still in shock. Her head was spinning like a wheel and before she could move again, she collapsed and became unconscious.

Author's POV "Veronica?" Sayesha called but Vera was lost in her world. She was thinking about something else, completely forgetting that her hot coffee is slowly getting cold. Sayesha sighed scrunching her nose and knowing that Vera wasn't listening to her. "Vera!" She scolded and Vera flinched. "What's wrong with you, woman!?" "I am so sorry..." Vera shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. "I was just zoned out."

Daisy stood beside her car, the file still clutched tightly in her hand, its weight a tangible reminder of the choice laid before her. Twenty billion dollars, a sum that could rewrite her life's narrative in a single stroke, yet its acquisition tethered to a morally tangled web. 'This is no way Seth Nathaniel would allow me to do this...unless we could use the money to pay off the investors that are threatening to leave MetaX, his late father's company.' Daisy Hunter's thoughts raced as she stepped into her black sedan SUV. "I need to talk to Allison Melody before I even make my decision." Daisy Hunter muttered to herself as she swerved the car towards her home.

my body jolts, alerting me of an unknown presence; a witch – no, she’s more than that. An elderly woman stands opposite me, her honey-brown eyes gleaming into my own, “you look… familiar,” she smiles, her weight leaning on a rosewood cane. “And who are you?” I ask, my gaze flickering between Jaxson and Grayson, whose gaze bores into my own. “Oh, dear, where are my manners? I’m Crowe, here on official business for my Qusayr,” I crease my brows in confusion. If she is a Witch, then that would mean her Qusayr is Sophia. Why did Sophia call her here?

"Tell me the truth, Spike. Are you using me for your own gain?" Spike hesitated, his gaze flickering away from mine for a moment before returning. This time, I could see that he was hiding something. "yes, in a way, I am using you, but not to hurt you. I care about you, Luna" his voice broke as he spoke. "I've wanted to tell you for a few days now, but I just haven't worked out how" his eyes fell to the ground. I could see and feel that whatever he was about to tell me hurt him. Taking a deep breath, he went on. "I'm cursed; I was cursed over 500 years ago by a witch named Sylva. She was one of your ancestors. After she cursed me, she told me that one day, I would meet a girl with hair as da

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

“Oh you know how I love to wind your sister up. Nothing ever changes with her. I bet it drives Salem nuts.” She didn’t know, she wasn’t around to learn that Raven and Salem were no longer a thing “She’s happy.” I lie Veronica doesn’t respond. She’s staring up at the house. As I look over my shoulder, I see Neah standing on the doorstep. Raven and Eric stand either side of her. “Is that her?” Veronica whispers “Yes.” She grips my upper arm. “She isn’t much to look at is she!”

he replied Vivian nodded,she went to the kitchen,got her bottle of water and went back to her room She went through the net checking out what's trending when she came across something,she immediately sat up on her bed, "No way"she whispered It was a video of Veronica entering the Monti residence with a caption 'Monti's woman,could she finally be the one??'