Veronica Sawyer Pfp Novels & Stories

I reached for the faucet, and she just stuck her tongue out and made faces, taunting me. Ugh, what a damn real mature person! “Get out!” I belted and splashed water at her, and she just laughed her ass out, walking past the door. Damn, that girl would be the death of me. --- “Forget about that for a moment, Syd, and get some sleep. It’s almost four AM now. Let’s continue some other time.” OJ told me after I crossed out another F B profile picture of a woman named Veronica Dawson. She’s the eighth person out of the many here that we need to check the photos on her timeline. She has the same name as OJ’s birth mother, and we had seen no signs that it could be her that we were looking for.

Her eyes were sharp, like she was searching for someone. Rosa greeted her, but the woman looked straight at me. "Are you Sera?" she asked. I tensed. "Who are you?" She walked closer and extended her hand. "My name is Veronica Hale. I'm a freelance journalist. I used to write for the Washington Post, but now I run my own online media outlet." "What do you want with me?" Veronica didn't take offense. She lowered her hand and pulled a business card from her blazer pocket. "I know who you are. I know about Gabriel Bloodfang, and I know about the trial that turned your life into hell."

The resemblance was clear. "Ronnie? You didn't tell me you were expecting visitors today" he said, taking off his black boots. Veronica rolled her eyes again. "I didn't know I was supposed to tell you that, Ric. This is Theo, and that is Devon, his girlfriend" she said, releasing her hair from it's ponytail."I'm Alaric but you can call me Ric. It's nice to meet you too. Veronica doesn't have normal friends. Her friends are mostly psychopaths" he said, exchanging handshakes with Theo who eyed him with something akin to mistrust in his eyes.