Veronica X Betty Novels & Stories

A marriage that had everything to work out, this is that of Dalia Penedo who did everything to win the heart of Carlos Salazar and have his "Happily Ever". But as time goes on, things change... and so do feelings. Although Dahlia loves her husband, her curiosity makes her embark on the dangerous virtual world, where she meets Mr.X, a man who will snatch the young woman’s heart. Dahlia is now divided: She loves her husband, but is madly in love with X. This is a real story , where the choices she makes, can change her future for the better... or for the worse.

CONTENT WARNING: This book is a dark MM romance and is purely fiction. None of the deplorable actions of the characters are acceptable in any way or form. ------------------------------------- Some traps are impossible to escape… especially the ones you walk into. Julian Cross has always been a good person. Soft-spoken and loyal, he’s the kind of person people trust… and use. He’s also been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember. So when his best friend asks for one thing, just one thing to make him happy, Julian says yes. All he has to do is get close to Nikolai Soren. A man who is cold, untouchable, dangerous. A man who doesn’t feel, doesn’t care, and doesn’t let anyone get close enough to matter. It should have been simple. A game. A plan. A means to an end. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. Not the way he looks at Julian like he already owns him. Not the way his touch burns, leaving behind something darker than desire. Not the way Julian starts to crave him… even when he knows he shouldn’t. Even when he knows it can cost him everything. Because Nikolai isn’t just a man. He’s control wrapped in violence. Obsession disguised as restraint. And once he decides something belongs to him… he doesn’t let it go. What started as a game… ends as an obsession. Now Julian is caught between loyalty and temptation, truth and deception, control and chaos. And the deeper he falls into Nikolai’s world, the harder it becomes to remember— Was he ever the one playing the game? Or was he the target all along?

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

In a world where girls of my age crush over guys their age, I chose to love my handsome billionaire uncle blindly. You can judge me if you want, I don't give a fuck anyways. After anticipating his return for almost two years, he returned with some woman, whom he called his fiancée. No… that's something I wouldn't take, he is mine, always has been and always would be. Watch me go great lengths and even milestones to get my uncle to fall in love with me. They might call it childishness but I call it unwavering persistence to get the one I love.

lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd like to forget to get a book out of my locker, so I went to go quickly and went to get it. I was leaning against the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door. When warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move" being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hands backward. I hear a grunt and turn to find the person hunched over as they hold part of their face "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. and then he looked up. the first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. it looked so smooth, and 1 almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering It was him. Six. He is the most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook.

S.I.X. Also spelled SIX, or simply the number 6. With over eight billion people in the world, seven of those eight reckon with the name S.I.X. To the oblivious masses, it’s just a name. To the fairly informed, it’s a jinx, bringing destruction. To the cops and government, it’s their nemesis. And to the Mafia world, it’s the legacy of a legend. * Ten years in the Italian ‘La Fratellanza’ Mafia family, SIX has harbored a fervent urge to hang up his boots and leave the dark world he has grown to love. But he, more than anyone else, knows the rules: the brotherhood is forever, and the only way out is in a body bag. With much appeal, he is cut some slack and given one condition - protect the Rodriguez heiress until she finally gets wedded to the Capo of the La Fratellanza family. Frustrated, SIX unwinds at a bar and ends up in bed with a mysterious vixen. The next morning, he takes the first flight to NYC to begin his assignment. But there she is, in the arms of the Capo, and he finally learns her real name - Arabella Rodriguez, fiancée to the Capo, heiress to the Rodriguez empire... and his fucking one-night stand. A bloody twist! But the beginning of a catastrophe in his quest to leave the dark world.

Truly life is unfair in this fallen world — but one got no choice but to cope up with it. Celine lived a perfect life until her father’s passing. Thereafter, she had to fight — defy all the odds, and face betrayals, which she did. But something is still missing, her heart is empty. After all the betrayals she encountered in life, will Celine be able to break down her walls? Certainly, Celine is born to fight for herself and others. But can she fight her own heart? What would she choose, to forgive or not, herself or the man she loves?

“Who did you kill?” He questioned. Making every excitement I had generated before disappear immediately. It started as a mistake. One that should have ended before it began. But secrets surfaced, lines blurred, and every moment between us became harder to ignore. The problem? He was my best friend's father. And the closer we got, the more everything threatened to fall apart. Damian knows getting involved with Nickolai is a mistake. Nickolai is older, guarded, and far too experienced at hiding the truth behind a carefully controlled smile. He should be someone Damian avoids, not the one person who makes him feel seen when the rest of the world fades away. What starts as an unexpected connection quickly becomes something neither of them can ignore. But every secret has a price. Nickolai is haunted by a past he's desperate to keep buried, while Damian carries a truth that could change everything between them. The closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where the lies end and the feelings begin. Trust is fragile, and every revelation threatens to tear them apart. Caught between desire, guilt, and the weight of everything left unsaid, Damian and Nickolai find themselves trapped in a relationship built on stolen moments and dangerous truths. Because some secrets can destroy a reputation. Others can destroy a heart. And the most dangerous secret of all might be how much they're willing to risk for each other.

I've been pregnant for six months, but my Alpha mate, William, has delayed our mating ceremony 29 times. He's waiting for his adopted sister, Rita, to find a mate so they can have a "two-couple mating ceremony." The 30th time I altered the waist of my beloved mating ceremony dress, the bridal shop assistant looked embarrassed, "Miss, this dress really can't be widened anymore. How about you choose another one?" Disappointment rose in my throat like bile. I called William, asking when the ceremony would finally happen. But William said: "I will give you an unforgettable mating ceremony, but Rita's mate hasn't been matched yet. Darling, can you wait a little longer? We shouldn't ruin her whole life over such a small thing, right? I know you'll understand. You're always so kind." My heart clenched suddenly. So, my dream mating ceremony is just a small thing. Rita's sweet, high-pitched voice chimed in: "Brother, my mating ceremony dress matches yours so perfectly!" That was the moment I realized I was never the one being chosen. I looked down at my round pregnant belly, tears slipping quietly from the corners of my eyes. Then, with a trembling hand, I dialed the number that had always been waiting for me. "I'm ready to leave." After the call ended, the clerk cautiously asked: "Would you like to choose another one?" "No. Just cancel it, please." I took one last glance at the dress that would never belong to me. If this ceremony was never for me, then I won't stay for it.

It has been 99 times that Henry and I have filed the application for divorce and then withdrawn it. Each time before finalizing the divorce, Henry always waits for me to humbly beg him to stay married. I turned down the offer to be the chief composer at a famous studio in Vienna because Henry didn't want a long-distance relationship. I deleted all my male friends because Henry didn't want me to be too friendly to them. I stopped wearing red lipstick, composing, and traveling alone, because he said married women should stay at home instead of being impulsive. Only after I finally manage to appease him will he allow me to withdraw the divorce application. After my 100th divorce application, as I was leaving, the deputy clerk asked me curiously: "So, when are you going to withdraw your application this time?" I looked at Henry's cold back in front of me, forced to smile with tears, and told myself in my heart— This time, there will be no withdrawal of the application. After the 30-day cooling-off period, we'll be officially divorced. But why did his love only find its voice when I had already walked away?