Verosika Mayday/quotes Novels & Stories

Maya stared at her for another second before setting the papers aside dramatically. “Oh my God.” “Please calm down.” “You had a good time.” “He brought wine.” “That is not what I meant.” Veronica shook her head with a smile before sitting near the edge of the bed. “It was nice not talking about contracts and scandals for an hour.” Maya’s expression softened slightly at that. “Well, I’m glad.” Veronica looked up. “Rick seems like a good person,” Maya continued. “And considering your husband apparently has Lucia Mitchel waiting somewhere in the background looking like a couture soulmate, at least you won’t be completely alone in this disaster.”

he said, his voice dropping an octave into something cold enough to frost the windows, "are you?" Maya stepped out from behind the leaves, her phone still mounted, still broadcasting to eighty-thousand people and counting. Her face was the color of a ripe tomato. "Hi," she squeaked. "I... I’m Maya. And, um, you’re live on the internet." Julian Vane didn't move. He looked at the phone, then at Maya, then back at the gold-plated clock in his hand. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. "Live," he repeated, the word sounding foreign in his mouth.

★★★★ Meanwhile, Veronica was sitting with some of her friends in a cafe, having coffee and snacks. While the conversation flowed around her, she seemed lost, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. "Ve, come back on earth!" Hosey exclaimed, giving a gentle nudge to Veronica. She was a close friend of Veronica and also a model. Both of them walked together on the ramp many times all over the world.

“A stupid, cruel idiot who didn’t deserve five minutes of your attention.” “You don’t know that.” “I know you.” Jess pulled back, eyes fierce. “I know you’re the most real person on this campus. I know you see things other people miss. I know you showed up for me when you didn’t have to. And I know that if Idris Vaughan can’t see what you are, then he’s the one performing. Not you.” Maya blinked. Her eyes burned. “What if I’m too scared to try again?” she whispered.

I closed my eyes, bringing my fingers to my temples, where I made a light massage. -No! He's married to Karla Estrabao. The woman was silent for a few seconds, perhaps thinking about who could be Karla Estrabao, when in a memory flash, Vero touched with the tip of her index finger on her head. -The Latina from the threesome? I leaned my body back again, leaning my back against the padded chair. -Yep, the one. Vero got up from her chair with a laugh that spread throughout the environment. -You are so fucked!

Arthi said making him smile more. “So Aman! Going to U.S but didn’t told anyone of us?” I playfully asked him. “Yeah! I don’t want to totally but it is good for my career. And also the things will fall into right places if I go there.” He said looking at me. “Sorry? Didn’t get you?” I asked him frowning. “Nothing! So tell me any quote on Moon.” He said changing the topic. “Ok this is said by some ‘Vera Nazarian’. Which I read somewhere so don’t ask me where.” I said laughing.

However, she was not content to live the remainder of her life in this state. She felt both pain and helplessness. Jacob said, “Do not be discouraged, Vera. Mr. Mayo and Aries are on their way to finding a cure for you. As long as the cure is found, your pretty face will be restored.” Vero said with a bitter smile, “Can my face that has been burnt more than ten years ago be restored? You do not need to lie to me, Jacob.” “I am not lying!” Jacob said firmly, “You have no idea how skillful Mr. Mayo is. If he says that he can restore your face, it means he really can do it. Please believe in him.”

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“What’s his birthday?” “2-3-0-7.” That was two weeks ago—how the fuck didn’t I know that? He didn’t even say anything? The safe beeped and flashed red. “Two tries left,” the mechanical voice sounded. “What else do you have?” she asked. It had to be sentimental, to mean something very important to him. “Try the day we first met,” Veronica chipped in. Somehow, I doubted it would be, but I punched in the numbers she gave.

Just let me see you again, cursed wolf—next time, herbs alone won’t save you. Toward evening, Maya called. “Vera, how are you?” Her voice was hoarse and tired—she clearly wasn’t feeling as good as I was. “I’m fine. You don’t sound great, though.” “Yeah,” she sighed. “I never thought two glasses of wine could hit this hard.” “I think it was more than two,” I laughed. She made a faint sound that barely resembled a chuckle. She was clearly in no condition for jokes. After a few more minutes, we promised to meet later that week—just the two of us.