Veronica Speedwell Novels & Stories

“And next time they won’t stop at touching.” Something cold slid down my spine. “I can’t fight,” she admitted softly. “But I can help.” My brows drew together. “You don't have to worry yourself, Veronica.” “No, I can help. There’s no wolfsbane here,” she said quickly. “But I know herbs that mimic its effect.” I froze. “What?” “I learned after the invasion,” she continued, already reaching for a scrap of paper. “Plants that cause nausea, dizziness… muscle weakness.”

“Take me to my coronation, Lilith.” Veronica took Lilith’s hand and then she thought to herself, ‘this is it. The moment that I have waited for all my life will finally be given to me. Finally, the crown is mine.’ Lilith and Veronica then teleported and appeared in the huge entrance of the ball room. Medieval music then immediately played as the crowd made way for Veronica’s entrance accompanied by Lilith. Veronica walked with her head held high with a proud smile written onto her lips. Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room.

"Veronica, it could be a trap!" But she was beyond reason. She tore her arm from my grasp and sprinted out of the conservatory. I had no choice but to follow. On the way, Veronica suddenly stopped and pulled a small vial from her pocket. "What is that?" I asked, panting. "A high-strength fungicide," she said, her eyes determined. "It's all I've managed to create. If we run into one of them, this might be our only weapon." As we neared Eleanor's room, I saw Ethan running from another direction, a military-grade combat knife in his hand. His face was a mask of grim resolve; he had heard the screams too.

It was like stepping into a fantasy land, like what humans see in movies or read in books. The car came to a halt. Xavier got out first, helping Veronica, then extended his hand to help me. I placed my hand in Xavier's big, warm hands, and a tingling sensation rose to life, like when I sensed it back in the vortex. "Queen Veronica." Women bowed. She was dressed in a long gown and looked like a noblewoman. "This lady here, her name is Jennifer, my advisor, and a strong witch in healing and removing curses." Veronica introduced us, and Jennifer looked up, her eyes settling on Xavier briefly before she looked at me with the same surprise.

Veronica gritted as the ladies hurried in their heels. They won't want to mess with Veronica who is considered the number one of Sebastian's ladies as they hurriedly walk away "You can't get enough of me nor I." Veronica says as she wink at him.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

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.”

Since Sei isn’t around anymore and it’s just a plan to make me confess, it’s a piece of cake ruining every company she owns. And that is how Theo Valencia is when he doesn’t get his way.

The King urges as he looks at the royal messenger with a fierce aura. In acknowledgment of the King's mighty presence, he shakingly reports, "Lady Veronica from the Persley Kingdom had her heat, and the Prince's foreign friend left the Border without any notice. The maid said they retreated since his messenger got affected by Lady Veronica's scent." The King tilts his head to the side and slowly realizes, "wait, aren't they Betas? Betas shouldn't be affected by Omegan pheromones."