Veronica Vale Novels & Stories

Big Boss: I want to give your father a gift. The best gift would be what's on your mind. Lily/Veronica: Best gift it is. Veronica knows the key points in her messages. It's right. Veronica is one of her aces and Catastrophe. Her aces were her best agents. Her aces was her only way—to torture her mortal enemy. And that would be Francisco, Janine and their men who torture her mother.

Bella: Weston Gabriel Leone Veronica: Isabella Sofia Leone. I kinda like it. Isabella Sofia Saint aka Bella Sofia Saint, Hmm, I like that,too. Bella: I’m hanging up now, I am tired of that subject. Veronica: OK, Fine. Just tell me where in London you are so I can get a plane ticket to come see you. Harlowe has been so boring without you. Bella: Westloch London. We’ll be here until Saturday then I’ll be in Valencia Italy

snapped Vernon. Veronica's eyes welled up with tears at the offensive comment. "Do you want me to perish? Why should I when the cheap girl might have just died and stopped bothering my engagement? Why?" Tears of despair joined Veronica's shouts. SLAP! Vernon slapped Veronica severely. "Dare you talk like that about Giselle! Your dirty mouth has absolutely no right to say that kind of thing, you bastard!" Not only Veronica was shocked but also Giselle who saw the quarrel was frightened after seeing Vernon slap a beautiful face belonging to Moonfall's descendants.

When Noah tried to give a friendly touch to Nevaeh, she moved fast and reached in other side. Both Noah and Shyma looked to Mete in a shock. Shyma asked with confusion, "Lizzy,,is it your child Heaven? But why she is acting like non human. Haa, l can remember that 'AC' birth mark in her chest area. Isn't it still there? There will be, right ??" "l am Nevaeh, her DAUGHTER ROBOT", said the Nevaeh. "What?" , asked Shyma. "Huh! you are correct sis. She is looked like my Heaven, but she is Nevaeh. The other version of my daughter. ln one word wecan say that she is my daughter robot.

Her work was varied and fascinating, and barely left her with any time to draw breath, never mind for any personal relationships with members of the opposite sex, but that didn’t worry Veronica. So far, what she had learned from her experiences with men was that she was a particularly poor judge of the breed. First, there had been her revoltingly humiliating teenage crush on Sasha Neville-Talbott and his rejection of her. Then there had been the appalling danger she had put herself and her family in with her foolish involvement with Wayne.

Without money, she could hardly do anything. Over half an hour later, Veronica arrived at Dragon’s Creek Villa. Getting out of the taxi, she walked up to the gate and pressed the doorbell. A while later, the villa’s gate opened. Rachel, who was decked out with jewels, asked with a frown, “Why are you here?” Rachel was Veronica’s biological mother. She was nearly 50 years old and was dressed in a waisted royal blue V-neck shirt paired with high-waisted pants. As she always took very good care of her health, she looked young and refined.

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

Finally, she said, “Add a zero to the fifty, and I’ll do it.” Veronica’s smirk widened. Without a word, she opened her designer handbag and handed the girl a small vial. “No room for mistakes,” she warned, her voice icy. “Emma Martinez is the target.” --- A few minutes later, the waitress returned to Veronica with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s done,” she said simply, as if she were reporting on a completed homework assignment. Veronica’s face lit up with satisfaction. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote down the amount the waitress had asked for, adding an extra twenty dollars in cash for transportation. She handed it over with a smug grin, as if she were rewarding someone for

So Veronica then spoke calmly, “I have no care to prove my integrity over some petty besmirching of my name and disrespecting my crown.” Her voice was cold as she maintained a confident eye contact with the powerful people in the room. See, Ruby is a great actress but she could only play one role. An innocent, pitiful, kind damsel that is too good for all of this. However, that won't work all the time. Especially in a situation where they need claws and canines bared out as they aim to rip each other apart. And that is what Veronica was good at—trained and raised for such harsher roles.

By my side as my Luna, no matter what anyone thought. The second I sent that dress to her room, I knew she would look stunning in it. There was no doubt about that. I knew Veronica was still trying to figure out who she was, still clinging to her past that had her scarred. But the woman I saw wasn’t a rogue, wasn’t someone broken. She was powerful, fierce, and despite everything she’d been through, there was something that made her… Mine. My wolf growled in approval as I saw her descending from the stairs. Her heels clicked against the floor. It was like my breathing had stopped, my heart pounded intensely as she was now standing in front of me. This was Veronica, my mate, my equal, my every