Veronica Seider Novels & Stories

Ezra says. Veronica leans over, kissing me. "I want to fuck you both every night, please," Veronica says. She turns the other way and kisses Ezra. He broke her easily, or is she playing him. I have a feeling there is a lot more to Veronica than meets the eye. She wants out of here, and the best way to get out of here is by spreading her legs and giving Ezra what he wants. It is more than that. She is willing and ready. Veronica is seducing us, and I am here for it. Let's see where this ride goes.

he said coldly. Veronica snorted. “Oh please.” She pointed at me accusingly. “This woman is nothing but a gold digger.” Her voice rose sharply. “She abandoned my son the moment she found someone richer.” Percy’s expression hardened. “Is that what you believe?” Veronica lifted her chin proudly. “Of course, I am a woman…I understand these things.” Percy sighed “Then maybe you should remember something.” He turned toward her fully now. “Your son’s pack nearly collapsed during the pandemic.”

“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.

He had noticed the lady happily walking and wanted to leave her be but he didn't realize when he had risked his life and pulled her back in. Why did I save her? What the hell is wrong with me?, Sebastian asked himself while his breath fanned Veronica's neck unknowingly. Meanwhile, as soon as Veronica heard his voice, a a sharp pain shot from her head and left as fast as it came. Not thinking too much about it, Veronica began thinking. If they were to be caught in this suggestive position in another situation, Veronica would have blushed deeply as she had not been tightly pressed unto a man. She was an actress but her father was always monitoring her roles like mother hen. Although, he never

Veronica scoffed. "Rebecca? you attended Yale university didn't you? 2023 set? you're a fucken lesbian bitch", Veronica announced. Rebecca became uneasy. "I know she's a lesbian, do you have a problem with it?", I defended immediately. "She's going after your money, she's a fucken gold digger", Veronica said. "And you're not?", I asked. She sighed, "I've told you this for a million times already Sebastian, they were for a show, you're the only one I actually loved".

Veronica didn’t sleep that night. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the chaise lounge in her penthouse, a laptop glowing in front of her as she scrolled through records, old industry magazines, and gossip. A glass of wine remained untouched now, forgotten on the coffee table. Her fingers tapped against the keyboard rapidly. She had contacts everywhere... casting directors, journalists, and even assistants who owed her favors. And she had called them all. At first, nothing major came up on Cassie. She was like a ghost who had suddenly materialized in the entertainment world, beautiful and mysterious. Too mysterious. That only fueled Veronica’s determination.

Veronica, the real one, was shaking in pure anger as she listened to what the dark witch was saying. She can’t bear to imagine that Liam had sex with this ugly fart. She just stole her identity, her very own beautiful face and body just so she could go to Bresmont and replace her. “Do you want to hear the details, my dear foolish Veronica?” The dark witch’s voice was lace with mockery. Her face was telling her how stupid she was to trust someone like her.

I didn’t care. “Understood,” Kade replied evenly. We rounded the final corner and the Vanguard Mall site opened up before us. A handful of workers were already on site, setting up. Morning sunlight poured through the massive glass dome, spilling warm gold across the polished concrete floor. Veronica walked toward us, a folder tucked under one arm. Her hair was pulled into a sleek high ponytail that swayed with every step. The deep burgundy dress hugged her figure just enough to make my pulse kick. She looked at me intensely. She looked all professional, composed—and dangerously alluring. I felt myself twitch, half-hard before she even reached us.

Her stiletto heel tapped impatiently. She didn't look like an assassin. She looked like a corporate lawyer. Or a shark smelling blood in the water. I hesitated, my hand hovering over the intercom button. Ignore her. "Mr. Cross? I'm Veronica, I know you are here, I searched especially for you, we are all going crazy there, open the door Sebastian." The woman before me is talking about the kind of business mechanics won't have. So husband you had secrets, huh. I looked at myself, I'm in a perfect shape to call poor, since she doesn't know me, let her do her think to fuel my intel, I thought before opening.

In the end, it was Veronica who led Yvonne back to her room and coaxed her to sleep. Once Yvonne was asleep, Veronica returned to the master bedroom she shared with Sebastian. As soon as she stepped into the room, she began cursing at the Fords for using their wealth and success to bully the less influential families like the Zimas. While Veronica cursed and ranted away, Sebastian smoked quietly. He seemed worried at the notion of the Zimas being in trouble. After posting on Twitter, Ophelia did not spend any more time on the internet. After all, she already made an appropriate response. She couldn't be bothered to waste her efforts on fools who stood up for Yvonne.