Veronica Veronica Novels & Stories

She should not let this witch have power over her. "Oh I am not so sure about that," Veronica said as her finger ran up Lila's arm and stopped at her collar bone. In the next instant, Veronica was gone. Lila let out the breath she had been holding. After a moment, Lila recalled that she needed to get to her office.

he asked. "Vanessa Ivanov. I don’t want to take my bastard father’s surname. Ivanov was my mother’s last name," Veronica muttered, and Tony's eyes widened as he absorbed her words. Ivanov owned the biggest assassin organization. He wanted to be wrong about her. She said she killed a lot of people. Was it really true? "Vanessa or Veronica, nothing will change. Do you know that Ivanov owns a big assassin organization?" Tony asked. Veronica looked up at him. "If you are Calvin Ivanov's granddaughter, then—you are the heiress."

Veronica didn’t sleep that night. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the chaise lounge in her penthouse, a laptop glowing in front of her as she scrolled through records, old industry magazines, and gossip. A glass of wine remained untouched now, forgotten on the coffee table. Her fingers tapped against the keyboard rapidly. She had contacts everywhere... casting directors, journalists, and even assistants who owed her favors. And she had called them all. At first, nothing major came up on Cassie. She was like a ghost who had suddenly materialized in the entertainment world, beautiful and mysterious. Too mysterious. That only fueled Veronica’s determination.

Veronica sighed crouching down taking the bluebell from him gently. "Thank you." she praised him, her heart melting at the adorable melodic chirp he gave her. Veronica smiled before they continued. Snowflake pranced around whilst Veronica pulled out her foraging book, and looked at the white berries between her fingertips. White-berry nandina was the berry she had in her hand. Veronica took a whiff of the berry before taking some notes on the bush. She was passionate about nature, the environment and fascinated by each leaf, berry, tree and animal she discovered. When she was older, she wanted to either be a park ranger or a veterinarian. Speaking of which, where was Snowflake? he was playin

Veronica pulled a large ribbed dildo out of her hidden kitchen compartment and put it to the side. She pulled her soaked panties off and set them on the floor. She began with her long fingers. She started rubbing her clit and then moved her fingers down into her pussy. It was so tight, especially for Veronica’s age. She pulled her fingers in and out while using the palm of her hands to rub her clit. She was moaning so quietly. She kept thinking about Derrick and his young fucking cock. She reached for the dildo.

Veronica didn’t seem to notice her at first, but as they approached each other, recognition dawned on the older woman’s face. Her stride faltered, and then she stopped entirely, a wicked smirk spreading across her lips. Nicole passed by without breaking her pace, but the smugness in Veronica’s expression made her stop. She made a half-hearted attempt at pulling out her phone, pretending to punch in some digits, then inserted it into a small pouch dangling from the top of her leggings. Slowly, she shifted to face Veronica. "Well, there's the devil," drawled Veronica. "If it isn't Nicole Okeke. Or perhaps I should be saying, the thorn to my family's flesh?"

No interference. Luca’s voice came through on comms from above-ground: “You’re clear. World’s watching.” Ava looked at Veronica. “Ready?” Veronica didn’t smile. She didn’t nod. She just began. “My name is Veronica Hart. I was the first girl they called a prototype. I was not the first they tried to control. But I was the first one who remembered everything and didn’t break.” Her voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. There was steel in it. Years. Names. Shadows. And the unflinching tone of someone who had survived not just trauma, but invisibility.

Who knew that after all these years, all the sacrifices and humiliation I endured just for his sake, that in the fourth year of our marriage, this was still how I was being treated? “Are you really planning on taking her to the ceremony in place of your Luna?” I asked as my fingers trembled and I wiped away the tears threatening to fall. “Veronica is from a beta’s lineage, Alba. She has a wolf and a prestigious reputation given her high-born background. It’s only understandable if she stands beside me today in the presence of other alphas because she is worthy of it,” he replied, earning him a nibbling kiss on his neck from Veronica.

Veronica was in front of her room window in the afternoon, searching with her eyes left and right for someone, then she sighed desperately and lay on her bed in a mind wandering. She lives with her parents and a sister who is only five or six years younger in the town of Russia. Her father works as a manager of a small company, and her mother does nothing. Veronica graduated only this year from the nursing department at the university and did not want to start working immediately, so she is staying these months at home.

He stands back and looks over her body. Veronica is beautiful with deep olive skin and dark brown long wavy hair. Her hair cascades down to her mid-back. She has deep chocolate-colored eyes that look like they can see through your soul. She has a perfect body with large, perky breasts and a perfect heart shaped ass. She is pretty short at 5’4”. Veronica is very toned but not overly muscular. Tony groans as he admires her hairless body and pussy. He runs his fingers over her pussy and up to her breasts where he lightly squeezes them.