Veronica Seider Novels & Stories

ll come to your apartment every Saturday, see you later, as you see, I'm interest on you " will stay in Indonesia for 3 weeks, I will come to your apartment every Saturday, as you can see for yourself, I am interested in you) Hamish said briefly, then blinked his eyes and left Veronica who was still transfixed by his words. Amanda thanked Veronica for winning this project "Ms. Amanda is indeed great, her presentation was really good, we won from our client" said Veronica excitedly congratulating "Ah you can, this is all because of you Veronica, this time her client is falling in love hahahaah" Amanda said, laughing teasingly with Veronica, Veronica just blushed, in all her life no man has ev

She might be small and immature, but i could tell that she had great skills - she would do just fine. The vice director ran in, panting as hard as he could. "Selene, your scene is next. The director asked you to hurry up" - he said in one breath. I picked up a bottle of mineral water from my desk, handing it over to him,it was obvious that he was dehydrated. "Thanks!" - he took the bottle of water as he sped out again as much as he had ran in. "You heard him - your work,has officially began. I patted her shoulders as i walked out of the dressing room.

"Your heart rate changed three minutes ago." I forced my eyes open. The lab swam into focus—all gleaming surfaces and harsh fluorescents that made my skull ache. Veronica stood at a computer terminal, her back to me as she reviewed what looked like medical charts. She'd traded her designer suits for scrubs, but her hair was still perfectly styled, not a strand out of place. Even now, she was performing. "Quite the light show you gave us earlier," she continued, tapping commands into the keyboard. "Most subjects convulse when we sedate them. But you..." She turned, lips curved in what might have been admiration. "You just went quiet. Like your body knew exactly how to adapt."

Then she dropped to the floor, curled around her stomach, and dialed. ‎ "Caleb." Her voice cracked beautifully on the second syllable. "Please, help. Veronica, she's trying to kill me." ‎ I pressed my good hand over the wound, blood seeping warm between my fingers, and stared at her like she was a stranger speaking a language I used to know. ‎ "What is wrong with you?" ‎ "Who do you think he's going to believe?" She didn't even lower her voice for that. ‎ "The pathetic wife, or me?" The door slammed open before I could answer.

Margaux stood up as well, irritated by Mera's insult and the fact that she is now releasing the beauty products she had given to Lucy one by one. Mera became enraged when Margaux suddenly grabbed them all. She was now holding the paper bags and looking at the girl, who was now irritated by her. "What's the matter, Margaux? Return the paper bags to me; I want to try them on!" "You like it, don't you?" "Of course! That's what I see with Liza Soberano, Kathryn Bernardo, and various Korean pop stars!" Maragux laughed and handed Lucy the paper bags, which Mera snatched up right away.

I looked over and saw Kane and Seb standing at the door, talking to each other. "the only option we have is to kill her", Kane said to Seb. They hadn't noticed that I was awake yet. "We can't do that", Seb ran his hands through his hair. "you know what she did to Sarah, and she was a strong witch. She ended her life like she was nothing, and she will do the same to us. And if Brax finds out that we killed her by some miracle and that she doesn't kill us first, then he will make us pay. Are you really willing to put your life and your packs on the line?"

So Veronica then spoke calmly, “I have no care to prove my integrity over some petty besmirching of my name and disrespecting my crown.” Her voice was cold as she maintained a confident eye contact with the powerful people in the room. See, Ruby is a great actress but she could only play one role. An innocent, pitiful, kind damsel that is too good for all of this. However, that won't work all the time. Especially in a situation where they need claws and canines bared out as they aim to rip each other apart. And that is what Veronica was good at—trained and raised for such harsher roles.

“Better hair? Wasn’t he balding?” “Exactly! That’s why I couldn’t take him seriously!” Veronica exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But the worst part? He actually managed to convince the director to rewrite half of the script just to give him more scenes. Ugh, men!” Daisy couldn’t help but smile at Veronica’s animated storytelling. Veronica Lynn was nothing short of a force of nature—outspoken, dramatic, and unafraid to voice her opinions. Clara, on the other hand, was the perfect counterbalance—soft-spoken, sweet, and eager to please.

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.

Reynald praised while extending his hand for a handshake. Veronica smiled warmly, accepting the handshake from her father's business associate and introducing herself. "Thank you for the compliment, sir. I'm Veronica Ashborne." Reynald nodded with a smile and shifted his gaze. His eyes were now fixed on Sean, who stood beside Veronica. "And this, must be your amazing husband, right?" Reynald guessed while offering his hand for a handshake once again. Before Sean could respond or perhaps avoid the topic, someone else appeared unexpectedly. They joined the conversation and responded to the earlier question.