Verosika X Moxxie Novels & Stories

Loki states and I watch as Veronica stares in disbelief. “But I don’t understand that.” “None of us do,” I say, my head shaking. “When we get to the waterfall, we need to look at more of what we found,” I say eyeing Veronica. “Maybe she can help fill in some gaps.” Veronica nods, tears falling from her eyes and Mia lets go of Loki, walking to her, “Veronica,” she says softly, holding out her hand, but Veronica jumps back. “Don’t touch me, Mia! They are all dead because of you…”

“I love to spend some time with you, Maddox.” I kissed his cheek, keeping the party sixteen plus as requested. Hayden abruptly stopped the music and the first couple to be eliminated was James and Moira. Beta James’s cell phone rang to divert his attention. Moira huffed and glared at her mate, whose face darkened to see the caller ID flashing on the screen. Maddox also paused for a second, as if listening to his Beta’s mid-link. His panicked gaze fell on me as he gasped, “Shit!

So Trixie was thinking about warning Denny Vero never to abuse Trisha. Thinking about not knowing anything about this man reminded Trixie to dig a little and know one thing or two about Denny before they meet for lunch today. She is not aware much about the Vero's as they have different worlds. She is into training service girls for men's club while the Vero's are into saving lives through medical practices. She texted Don Carlo while she asked Trisha to tell her anything about her client.

she explianed with conviction. Vicky asked,"How?" After some conversation, the person requsted to shift to the Telegram for further negotiation. He also shared the Id of Stephen Moor on the W******p and Vicky switched to Telegram. After some exchange the Stephen Moor started his work to trap Vicky. He aptly offered Vickey to get registered in the community writers that belonged to the Medium, assuring him to earn $100 weekly. The offere seemed to be very attractive as writing was Vicky's passion and he wanted to write and earn something to meet his daily expenses.

said Veronica "I'm busy, don't call if it's not important, meet me at the usual place," said Mr. Hook across there, then turn off the phone unilaterally, Veronica called him again "I CALLED, DON'T CALL!" shouted Mr. Hook "I..it's about Mr. Felix" Veronica said that she was very nervous, knowing Mr. Hook is a mob boss, he is afraid his life is threatened “Felix? Felix Leonidas? " said Mr. Her hook was instantly serious and calm

"Victor stayed in the Silverwood area after he left my suite, but he didn't exactly head for the airport," Jessa Moore whispered as I leaned against the balcony of the Pacific Crest Resort. "He’s booked a room on the floor below yours. The rumors about Verity Holdings falling apart have him on edge, Mars. He’s been pacing his room like a caged wolf." I rubbed my temples, the dull throb of the silver-sedative hangover still pulsing behind my eyes. "He’s suspicious, Jessa. And he has every right to be. A pack as established as Verity doesn't just vanish because an Alpha gets punched in the jaw."

Instead, the entire atmosphere of the center was hijacked by one thing-rumors. They started quietly as whispers between two assistants in the corner near the elevators. "Did you hear? Veronica's back." "Back? You mean-after everything?" "Yes. Not just back. She's going to start in a new film." A pause. Then, a scandalized whisper. "And not just with anyone. With Rachael. The one known as Miss Vixen. " The people nearby were shocked at the news. Was this some kind of joke? By the time Cassie stepped into the lobby from the training wing, the whispers had already grown into something else entirely.

“We already started. And soon, she won’t see what’s coming. The next morning, the penthouse was unusually quiet. Kira had finally fallen into a deep, uneasy sleep sometime after dawn, exhaustion pulling her under. Celeste sat at the kitchen island, turning a mug of coffee between her hands, eyes red-rimmed from the night’s storm. Damien stood across from her, sleeves rolled up, the remnants of adrenaline still taut in his shoulders. Neither had really slept. Aaron walked in, nodding respectfully. “We swept the warehouse again. Clean exit. They won’t be able to trace it back to us.” Damien gave him a sharp nod. “Good. Any news on Veronica?” “She’s laying low,” Aaron said. “But our mole picked

I manage to watch as Spencer pulls her away from me. "You're a mobster's whore! Why do you do this to us? Do you know what will happen to him when his family finds out about this? Don't be so big-headed just because my fiance wants to take you to bed. You're just Sabrina Schulz... my fiance's favorite bitch, and now Sabrina's favorite bitch." I hear Erick look at his cell phone and curse. I knew that this was going to happen sooner rather than later, as Sabrina already knows everything and we have signed our death sentence. He has started the war… *********

My words trailed off as my eyes landed on Kisra standing in front of me, clad in the sickening uniform of the feds. My mind reeled in shock. What the fuck was going on? Kisra, the woman I thought I knew, my fucking best friend and our family doctor, was now standing before me, dressed as a federal agent. "What the fuck is this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "Are you an agent? Do you work for my father?" Kisra's expression was frantic as she glanced back at the approaching footsteps. Without hesitation, she raised her gun and shot the fed dead. My eyes widened in shock at her swift and ruthless action.