Veronica Vale Novels & Stories

I still recalled with clarity how she'd cried aloud and sounded so sweetly blissed out. "Veronica was asking for you specifically yesterday," Kenneth said, arching one brow. I didn't reply, staring at him and knowing he wouldn't lie. Not about that. Veronica was a regular, loaded with money and an insatiable sex drive. If she wasn't at one of the Bratva's operated sex clubs, she'd be at another elsewhere. The older woman had no scruples about seeking out pain and pleasure, and to my knowledge, she'd never once uttered a safe word.

“I let you see me because I wanted to see how far you’d go. And look at you. Trying to run to your little friend with the truth. How noble of you.. stupid actually but cute” My palms were damp, heart pounding against my ribs. “Elara deserves…” Her smile sharpened, though her voice never lost its softness. “Elara deserves to live. Don’t you think?” Cold shot through me. “What… what are you saying?” Veronica stepped closer, her perfume sweet, cloying, wrong. “You may think me venomous, Lila. That’s the word you whispered to yourself, wasn’t it? But venom isn’t the half of it.” She tilted her head, eyes glittering like shards of glass. “I’m more deadly than you could ever imagine. And if you va

The thought of that little bastard I adopted bargaining with her father’s life makes me want to lose my mind. She looks up at me suddenly, eyes glassy. “Do you think I’m worthy of being loved?” I set my glass down, move closer, and cup her face gently with both hands. “Cariño,” I say, voice low, “you are worth far more than that boy ever deserves. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly how much.” She hesitates, then nods. “My name’s Veronica…” she starts, then laughs under her breath, a little breathy sound. “Veronica Harper. I’m—uh—23. Medical student at Horizon.”

“You can’t kill me. Not when I still have your name.” Then she turned to me. “And you, Clara Vale, should ask yourself what it costs to wear another woman’s identity.” Her words made my stomach drop. “What do you mean?” She tilted her head. “Did he tell you what happened to the last woman who pretended to be me?” Lucien’s hand tightened on his weapon. “Don’t.” Her smile widened. “She’s buried in Prague.” “Enough!” he barked. The tension snapped like a wire. Lucien moved fast—too fast. He grabbed her wrist before she could reach into her coat. I heard the metallic click of a gun hitting the floor.

Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused. Familiar. Haley lifted her head, teeth clenched. “You’re dead.” Veronica stepped into the torchlight, pristine as ever. No blood. No sweat. Her silver eyes glittered. “Not yet,” Veronica said. “And not before you watch.” Rage flared hot and reckless. “If you touched my children—” Veronica laughed softly. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. They weren’t the prize.” She tilted her head. “You were.”

Too many in one hour. But this. This was the one my body could not absorb. This was the one that split everything open. The comms screen flickered, and for one strange, horrible second I thought it was going dark. Then the image sharpened just enough for me to see movement behind Leo’s chamber, and the shape of a woman’s face came into frame. Veronica Vale. She looked polished. Calm. Almost bored.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

However, I kept quiet and watched and eventually took a glass of water and gulped it down my throat. Annoyingly, she turned back. It was at that point that Alpha Kelly heard her footsteps and raised his head; before he could say a word, she disappeared out of sight. “W..wh..is she?” I eventually found myself asking him. “You don't have to worry about her. What is your name?” he asked, staring into my eyes. “Valera!” I responded in a low, soft voice. “Do you care for a glass of wine?” he asked to reach out to one of the big bottles of colored red water.

Sandra's pov I drove off with my BMW i8 down to Via Torino; the fashion mall, where I signed a 3- year modeling contract. The short trip to the place wasn't smooth as I had to drive on gravel, but I relaxed my nerves as soon as a sweet flowering smell of summer hit my nostrils. I was able to forget about the eerie sensation I got from the house as I drove camly, relishing the beauty of the environment. I picked up my phone to update and keep up with the updates on I*. The last live streaming I made still have a lot of people commenting; postive and negative alike.