Veronica Seider Novels & Stories

“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.”

“uhm… she is the hostess of that popular ghost show on discover network, Silent Voices.” “Veronica Sondes?” mika asked. “yes! That’s her.” “What is her address?” Xoliswa wrote down Veronica’s home address as well as her contact details. Which was slightly challenging as her agent was unwilling to help me, until I threatened him. Mika sent me the address as soon right at that time. “Lets go.” I said.

Sunena's face lit up with excitement as she spotted Veronica, ready to pull her leg for oversleeping. "Veronica! Finally awake, I see," Sunena teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You missed all the fun and preparations this morning." Veronica chuckled and playfully nudged Sunena. "Well, you know how much I love my beauty sleep. But don't worry, I'm here now, ready to make up for it." Ameera, on the other hand, felt a wave of discomfort wash over her as Veronica approached. She had always sensed an underlying tension between Veronica and Haider, and her recent discovery of their child had only added to her unease.

The main said candidly, with her hands behind her. "Oh!" Rebecca said, a little disappointed, "Um, what's your name?" The maid was stunned at the question. She looked both ways to confirm if she was the one that she was referring to you. "Me?" The maid replied doubtfully, pointing at herself. "Yes. There isn't anyone in the room asides us." Rebecca said, being friendly. She had a warm smile. "I am Zita, Your grace!" The maid replied, feeling edgy. It was evident in her speech.

"Complete sexual access. The winner can do whatever they want....within safety parameters...for 24 hours." "Precisely. And you're comfortable with this?" Veronica had asked herself this question a hundred times since applying three weeks ago. She was twenty-five, had a degree in business administration, worked as an executive assistant at a hedge fund, and made good money. But good money wasn't enough for what she wanted. She wanted obscene money. The kind of money that would let her buy the gallery she'd always dreamed of owning. The kind of money that would set her up for life at twenty-five.

"Seriously, is sex the only thing on your mind?" Veronica's brow furrowed, seemingly in deep contemplation at LJ's question. The angel sighed. He meant it as a rhetorical question, of course. She was the Princess of Lust, after all. But Veronica was intent on answering it, anyway. She kicked herself off the sofa, producing a bottle of wine and a glass out of thin air. Veronica took a big gulp of wine before answering, "Most of the time, yes. I mean, I do have Asmodeus' mark. But I think about killing people and destroying things, too. I was Satan's second choice, you see."

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.

"It's still early, and you're already here bothering me." Veronica retorted. She then chose to stand up from the sofa and gracefully walked toward Kaivan, who was seated at his desk. "It seems my suspicions were correct. You've changed. I'm sure Anne has influenced you." "Influenced how?" Kaivan asked. "That slut surely seduced you, didn't she? To the point that you've changed like this. I swear, I can't stand seeing you so close to that woman. Why don't you just divorce her right away!" Veronica then circled around Kaivan's work desk, approaching him, trying to narrow the distance between them.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.