Veronica Seider Novels & Stories

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

I still recalled with clarity how she'd cried aloud and sounded so sweetly blissed out. "Veronica was asking for you specifically yesterday," Kenneth said, arching one brow. I didn't reply, staring at him and knowing he wouldn't lie. Not about that. Veronica was a regular, loaded with money and an insatiable sex drive. If she wasn't at one of the Bratva's operated sex clubs, she'd be at another elsewhere. The older woman had no scruples about seeking out pain and pleasure, and to my knowledge, she'd never once uttered a safe word.

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.”

You disappoint me! She does not underestimate the woman's work, nor does she have a problem with what she makes a living for. Truth is, she doesn't give a damn about her or anyone. She was just unlucky because she was the woman who became the fiancée of the man she was flirting with. She won't let them just play with her feelings and make a fool of herself. "Tell me everything about her, Argus." "Veronica Vidal, she's 23. Her friends called her Bibi. Her mother is sick and she has three siblings, younger than her. She's been working at a strip club for five years now. And she and Diether met at a strip party."

In the middle of the night, when only darkness lurks around everywhere, when the evil comes out to hunt and prey on predators, a woman sneaked out of the castle to dodge every guard, she with amazing skills climbed trees and flung from one trunk to another. She was desperate to reach somewhere or rather meet someone. She knew she was failing badly in her given task. The woman was no one other than Veronica. Veronica had snuck out in the middle of the night to go and meet Boston for further planning of breaking the bond between Queen Kelly and Alpha Sebastian.

He snapped his head toward Xavier, one eyebrow raised in silent question. Xavier met his gaze. His eyes narrowed in a clear, wordless warning. Kade’s expression shifted instantly; his lips pressed into a thin line. He gave a small, tight nod, then carried the jar back to the high table. The fuck is going on here? My throat was dried, but I forced myself to the microphone. “She’s so sugglish.” someone whispered from the crowd. I swallowed hard “Thank you, Mr. Cross. I’m Veronica Harper. I run a small bakery in Atlanta—I started it five years ago, and I’ve been building it bit by bit. It really means a lot to be recognized here tonight.”

she added. "Lead me to my room," Veronica commanded. Yvonne walked her to the stairs and led her to the room. Once Veronica shut the door, Yvonne slumped to the ground and broke down in tears. Her lips quivered, her heart ached, her stomach churned and her eyes burned, as her tears ran down like an endless flowing river. Veronica had reminded her of something she desperately wanted to forget. All these years, she thought she had finally separated herself from her past. But that was not true. Veronica is a clear reminder that her past will hunt her down and wreck her.

“I'm sorry but the CEO isn't in today. I could leave a message if you want?” Veronica smiled at the secretary, reaching into her purse to pull out a few hundred dollar bills. “Thank you, Clara.” She handed the money to Clara, and the young secretary showered her with praises and gratitude. I scoffed at this, suddenly feeling irritated for some reason. But as I turned to leave, I paused on hearing a call of my name. “Aurelia is it?” Veronica faced me, brows arched as she feigned ignorance. She was a tall woman and she looked down at me, peering through her lustrous lashes, as she probably judged my very existence.

She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story. Westley was a good writer, an inspiration to all the women out there. Even men could relate to the story of Sindy Kate. When I watched her interview, it was too late that it wasn’t actually a secret of her writing a story about her other character. Now, I couldn’t do anything other than reading and dwelling my life in sorrow. She met Arella weeks ago. I knew it because I wanted to know how was she doing, but she seemed okay and even faced her monsters of a step-mom and step-sister with courage.

uncomfortable kind. Tom ~”How does Veronica James know everybody's secrets?” Veronica ~”I can't go telling you my secrets.” Tom ~”I know one of your secrets.” Veronica ~”And what might that be?” Tom ~”Joshua Hamilton makes you weak.” Veronica ~”I am afraid you are wrong.” Tom ~”Veronica it's a good weak.” Veronica ~”No such thing.” Tom ~”It doesn't change the fact that I still want to fuck you.”