Veronica Wang Age Novels & Stories

"Come Cziro." I followed her into another room. "I see that you have changed your appearance once again Veronica." Compared to her appearance of a little 12-year-old girl last time, she looked much different. Now she had long blonde hair and pale skin. She also has full lips and big gray doe eyes. Her figure seemed like more of an exaggerated hourglass than curvy. She didn't bother to look modest as her clothes were short and clung tightly to each and every curve of her skin, almost as if it was a second skin. If I didn't know her true age this might have affected me. "Still quite the charmer I see Cziro. Now, what have you come here for? It has been a while, no?"

You disappoint me! She does not underestimate the woman's work, nor does she have a problem with what she makes a living for. Truth is, she doesn't give a damn about her or anyone. She was just unlucky because she was the woman who became the fiancée of the man she was flirting with. She won't let them just play with her feelings and make a fool of herself. "Tell me everything about her, Argus." "Veronica Vidal, she's 23. Her friends called her Bibi. Her mother is sick and she has three siblings, younger than her. She's been working at a strip club for five years now. And she and Diether met at a strip party."

Her waist was narrow and she had smooth skin. She carries herself with grace just like her mother and sister. "Enough with the hugging, we could do that some other time. She is here to stay after all, but we have a party to attend" "You are throwing a party for your 50th birthday? am not even surprised" Veronica said while her mom rolled her eyes playfully. "And you, my darling, should get prepared. The youngest miss of the Wayne family is back, many young men will be interested in getting to know you. Fortunately, your sister is already taken." Mrs Wayne uttered while Vickie giggled and Veronica faked a smile.

The bond between Nora and Graycen was unbreakable, and she would protect her daughter at all costs. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Nora glanced outside the window to see Veronica stepping out of her car. Veronica, standing tall at 5 feet 8 inches, possessed an elegant and statuesque presence. Her raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face and accentuating her striking features. As Veronica entered the coffee shop, her radiant smile lit up the room. With graceful confidence, she moved with poise and charm, captivating everyone around her. Her eyes, captivating and expressive, revealed a mix of warmth and intelligence, drawing people into he

“Perfect timing. Iris, this is our cousin, Veronica. She’s our aunt’s daughter on our mom’s side.” My eyes widen as I finally place her. Veronica Matthews—the world-renowned pianist. I’ve seen her on magazine covers, watched her performances online, even attended a few with Brian and Liam. She’s a prodigy who began playing at age three and debuted with the Ordan Philharmonic at twelve. She’s a legend. “It’s an honor to meet you,” I say, extending my hand. “I’m a huge fan of your work.” Veronica’s perfect eyebrows rise slightly. “Are you? How delightful.” She takes my hand and shakes it. “The family resemblance is remarkable. You’re going to cause quite a stir in our little world, Iris.”

What? It was impossible to keep repressing my urge to laugh when I saw how the dreaded and endearing Veronica Vacchiano, CEO of the P. & G. Vachianno Construction Company, looked more like a little girl being scolded and slapped for doing something wrong than a 33-year-old woman. Finally, the laughter came loud, outrageous and from the depths of my being, exploding into the brief silence that followed.

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.”

"Jane, there you are. They're about to start the ceremony." "What ceremony?" "The awards ceremony. Where they honor this year's top entrepreneurs." "Veronica, I told you I'm not ready for this." "You're as ready as you'll ever be." Veronica looked at Amanda. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Veronica Chen, Jane's assistant." "Assistant to what?" Amanda asked. "Assistant to the CEO of P&G Industries." "CEO?" Amanda laughed. "Jane isn't the CEO of anything." Veronica looked confused. "I'm sorry, what?"

~VERONICA POV~ I'm Veronica Houston, the only daughter of a successful business man Peterson Houston and his wife Mia Houston. Being an only child, I inherited most of his business at age 20 and now I'm a 23 year old independent business woman. My life was easy since I was small and I had no issues. My parents cared for me like I was gold and was already born with a silver spoon.

Arabella is still trying to understand the identity of the woman standing in front of her, but she simply nodded her head politely though there's a confused look on Arabella's face. Noticing Arabella's nervousness, the woman introduced herself to ease up the situation, "No need to be nervous Ms. Arabella, I’m Veronica Rodriguez, Xenon’s grandmother, I hope now you get to know me." "Grandmother?" Arabella was still in disbelief after seeing the youthful glow on the face of Veronica, "But you look so young, like, as if you're just a mother of teenage children, it's too hard to believe that you're a grandmother." Realizing she had spoken aloud, Arabella bit her tongue, "I'm sorry."