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.

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.

I was trying your theory that wine kills all pain. I have been at The Summit Club for a week now. A week of hiding in my office. A week of wine and sex. So why am I complaining? I need to get out. I am dying to get out. If I don’t get out the world will forget about me. They will forget about Veronica James. Veronica ~”Brenda.” Brenda ~”Yes Miss James.” Veronica ~”Please send for Tom.” Brenda ~”Will do Miss James.”

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.

With her step back she began to growl lowly at me, she did not like that. "Veronica." She whispered. I felt some disappointment within me, a small part of me had truly thought she was Cassandra, but no. So who was this girl? Veronica? This was Veronica. Notorious killer and feared by many. I felt sickened, I felt the disgust seep into my expression. I was mated to a monster. "You're monster! You're demon!" I hissed out, completely appalled, why on earth was I of all people mated with her?

Why was everyone able to pick up like nothing had happened while she was slowly losing everything? Lily panted as her legs wobbled from exhaustion as she approached her car... which she was even starting to debate selling. “Um, excuse me, are you Lily Nawassa?” A woman asked and Lily turned to see a small mousey looking woman. Her reddish brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail and her light brown eyes flecked with darker brown shined. Lily discreetly sniffed in her direction. She was a vampire. Lily nodded, panting from her run. “Great,” the woman said, actually looking happy. “I’m Veronica Holloway,” she added, holding out her pale hand Lily took hesitantly. “Ms. Nawassa I’m-” Veronica sta