Veronica Speedwell の小説・ストーリー

She stood tall, her shoulders squared, looking right back at Veronica with a cool, unbothered expression that made Veronica’s blood boil. But Veronica Hayes hadn't survived high society by letting her true emotions show for long. In a second, the shock vanished from her face, replaced by a brilliant smile. "Oh, Emma!" Veronica gasped, her voice instantly shifting into a squeal of pure delight. Before Emma could even blink, Veronica lunged forward, opening her arms wide to pull Emma into a tight, suffocating hug. Emma stiffened automatically, her breath catching as the scent of expensive coconut tanning oil and salty ocean air hit her. As Veronica pressed herself against her, Emma immediately

The walls were bare except for a few weapons mounted for quick access, and a single, large window overlooked the dense forest that surrounded the estate, offering a view that was both serene and foreboding. Over the past two days, I bumped into Veronica a few times. One thing I noticed about her demeanor was that it had completely changed. Despite her best efforts to hide her emotions, I could tell she had a strong resolve. Her usual sharp wit and biting remarks were replaced with a quiet intensity that made me uneasy. Veronica's quarters, in contrast to Simon's, were lavishly decorated with rich fabrics, antique furniture, and a collection of rare artifacts. It was a reflection of her compl

"Secretary Logan, you didn't even ask for boss’s sister's autograph, and now you're suddenly interested in this newcomer? Plus, how's Mr. Sterling supposed to know someone who just got here? From the news circling around, she just arrived in City F." Not wanting to get into his boss's personal business, Logan kept it professional. "The Sterling Group has a wide-ranging portfolio in media and entertainment, Sarah. The boss has tons of strategic connections. Staying updated on new assets is part of the job." Sarah nodded but then leaned in closer, her expression turning conspiratorial. In a low whisper, she said, "I heard Vespera Nightingale slept her way to the top. It’s the only thing that m

I was at the edge of a great, dark abyss, and nothing quite made sense anymore. I could see Veronica, her hand limp in Cyrus’s, her body on the cusp of keeling over as he introduced himself. I’d only seen her a few times since then, and never for so long. She’d looked happy, if a little stressed from the workload of Waypavers, and I was stung with the cruelty of her death. She’d been bursting with life, and now it had leaked across the dewy grass of the castle grounds, bathed in moonlight that made her drawn blood glisten.

She did both, without caring that she sounded insane. Roger stood in front of her. He offered the flower as he looked furtively around at all the strange faces. He glanced at Saple. She was pretty sure she could sense the conversation they had as Roger handed her the flower. She smiled down at it. Pulling out the satchel that Gale had given them, Veronica put the delicate petals away. “Where is the monster prince?” Roger asked as he tilted his head and looked directly in Veronica’s face. She smiled warmly. Looking up at his direct gaze, she gasped and took a step back in complete shock.

It wasn't one of those smiles that brought peace to one's heart, but the opposite. “Oh, is that so?” Veronica faked a laugh which brought goosebumps on Alice's body. “Here let me help you”, Veronica stretched her hand forward, motioning for Alice to take it. Alice had a bad feeling about it, but thinking that Veronica didn't know her what could she do to her? Besides, there was no harm in accepting this type of help. Alice didn't know that Veronica was a white lotus because as soon as Alice took her hand, Veronica tightly held unto it and pulled her halfway before moving closet to Alice's ears and whispered…

the shift of him, the decision happening in his body before it happened anywhere else, the sound of him getting up and crossing the room and taking the stairs three at a time. His voice from somewhere above. "Tor!" The word came out of him like something being torn loose. Then Tor in the doorway. Taking the room in one second. Crossing to us without being told. His hands under my arms. Varek said five words. "Nightshade synthetic. The blade was coated." Tor looked at my wrist. At the lines. At my face. He didn't ask questions. He never asked questions. The medical room was too bright. I closed my eyes against the lights and cold clean air came through a mask and my lungs grabbed at it and th

“You will never be able to hurt anyone, ever again.” She gasped for air, trying to remove the pole but it was no use. The wolfsbane had begun taking its toll. With my last bit of strength I collapsed beside her, the world spinning around me. As I took a big breath, the scent of Veronica was fading slightly. Opening my eyes, I jumped up and followed her scent.

Veronica. She stood with two of her ladies, draped in silk the color of crushed roses, her beauty as precise and merciless as a blade. Her golden hair was coiled into intricate braids, jewels gleaming at her ears. Her lips, blood red, curved into a smile that never reached her eyes. “Well, well,” she purred, her voice carrying like poison in honey. “The weak little hunter. Quite the sight, dragging chains like a dog.” Her ladies tittered behind her, delicate hands covering smirks. Veronica swept past, the faint perfume of jasmine and smoke trailing in her wake, laughter echoing down the hall.

“Why would you kill Aunt Nancy? Why would you hurt Veronica and Ursula? Why?” “Oh, Veronica wasn’t hurt,” Lena said dismissively. “She only pretended.” Veronica’s lips curled. “I drank the Oil of Black Henbane,” she confessed. “It slowed my pulse and mimicked neural shutdown. A perfect, convincing coma.” Rowan felt the world tilt. “And Ursula?” he whispered. “We intended to kill Ursula,” Veronica replied without flinching. “She wasn’t supposed to survive. I don’t know how she did. The strike was swift. She shouldn’t even remember the shadow that touched her.”