Verosika X Striker Novels & Stories

He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but instead of grenades coming out of it, a white beam of light shot out from it and blasted the speedster. The speedster wailed and hit the wall again with his back but did not fall to the floor. His body remained plastered against the wall while the strange woman held the weapon at him, still emitting the beam of light. Almost immediately, electrical sparks began to flow out of the speedster's body and into the weapon. He cried out, trying in vain to free himself from the wall. Electricity then stopped coming out of him and the woman put down her weapon. The speedst

So, I need her to put that gun down, but I don't think she is going to. "Princess, please put the gun down. She is not worth it." "Christian, she will keep on coming back. I do not trust the bitch." Then Veronica thinks that she is brave, well if I was her is would just have shut up in the first place, but yet she goes ahead and pisses Cassandra even more off than she is, “Who is your bitch, you nothing but a damn stripper, I don’t know what Christian sees in you.” “And you are the delusional woman that thinks that Christian likes you.”

Please don’t tell me she cried over some boring news about them. “I’m not really interested if it’s not Garrick Glinson.” Before she could say anything else, I interrupted her. She pouted and slightly slapped my shoulder. “Why are you so fixated on Garrick in the first place? I understand he’s a soccer player. No one, however, could equal Knox Carly’s abilities. He’s the greatest!” I snorted as she stressed the final two syllables. She rolled her eyes when she saw my look “What the hell. It has to do with Garrick. Have you heard about the rumor of a divorce and a hidden son?” That sparked my curiosity.

I wonder what that means. “You can’t do that,” she screams in fury, “That’s not fair! Who the hell are you?” “I’m Levi,” my mate replies, “And you’ve threatened not only my friend, but also my wife. From my perspective, I’m being very fair. I haven’t killed you yet. Now, who the hell are you?” “Fine,” she replies, struggling with her cuffs, “I’m Veronica. I’m who you’re looking for. Hope destroyed my life, and I’m going to destroy hers. It won’t be long now.”

She disliked that Jaxon had acted as if he wasn't the one who hurt her more. ”Says to a man who used me as the receiver of his sperms. Jaxon, did you think I'm too stupid to believe in you? Veron is excellent. I think we will have some beautiful pups.” Veronica crossed her arms and arched her brows. She pursed her lips when Jaxon stopped in an instant and glared at her.

“He’s married to Adley Kross. Her K & B Designs is topnotch.” Striker finally let go of a breath and smiled. “That’s how we met. Well, formally met.” If I guessed it right, there was something dirty meaning behind those words. “I also knew him before. He’s a ruthless capitalist, just fighting ranks between him and Dad. So, I kindly hate his gut. Sorry.” “I like her, Cade. She and Adley will be best friends.” He winked at me. Striker wrapped his arms around me securely and possessively. “Careful. When women are together, they are a force of nature.”

I received many messages from Marcov telling me how much he loves me. I was smiling and typing what I was going to reply to Marcov when suddenly a number that was not registered in my contacts grabbed my attention. "Hello, this is Veronica Sterling." "I know it's you, bitch." My hair stood up when I heard Kalvis' voice. I felt his anger towards me to my bone marrow. "K-Kalvis?!" "Yes, this is me. I want to tell you that you have a thick face, woman. Are you really not going to stop? You really are not going to stay away from my daddy?"

VICKY’S POV Shock, mortification, and sheer disbelief slammed into me like a tidal wave, leavin’ me dazed and breathless for a heartbeat too long. My knee froze mid-strike, and my hands curled tight into his shirt, nails diggin’ in like they were the only thing keepin’ me anchored to the earth. Why him? Of all the wicked luck on this floatin’ palace, why the hell did it have to be Leonardo Verilli? The man never struck me as someone who’d let his dick do the thinkin’. He was all ice-cold control, the kind of dangerous that made grown men piss themselves.

“Hey. You don’t get to talk about her like that.” “Relax, man,” Xavier smirked. “You’re getting worked up over a stripper?” Leo cut in before I could snap. “Don’t act like she isn’t untouchable now. Your favourite dancer is basically a celebrity. One point one million followers overnight? That’s insane. Did you see her live performance? I was glued to my screen, she was fire, man. Pure fire.” Their laughter grated against me. I clenched my chin, forcing calm, though every word about her on their lips burned me raw. “I see what you’re doing, and I’m not biting. Drop it.”

And then, she would be the one to beat up Schneider. She made sure it would happen with her own hands. "Second chance, your ass ...," cursed Veronica, before she began to jump and strikes the wooden doll in front of her. ***