Veronica Seider Novels & Stories

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

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.”

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.

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.

If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive. Veronica's personality is quite quiet, introverted and has no friends. She's the same age as me and doesn't come from a noble family. She is Ms Glenda's cousin, a descendant of a family with a tradition of ballet since childhood. Out of all of us here, Veronica is considered to be the most innovative and unique ballet dancer.