Veruca Salt Quote Novels & Stories

You cannot trust a Legacy “Here’s the deal,” Veronica’s voice cuts through my anger like a knife. “I’m not going to bullshit you. You might not get to be one of the seven, but you can still live like one.” She pauses, looking me directly in the eye as she adds. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be popular, even for one day? Haven’t you ever wondered what it would feel like to have people move out of your way when you walk or to listen when you speak?”

He’d heard of women supporting their brothers, but cousins too? The fact that Serena and Becky found someone like her for him to have a blind date with was absurd. As the girl kept going on and on with her demands, he couldn’t help but frown. "Vero…" What was a full name again? "Veronica Salt." Veronica immediately responded when she saw he’d forgotten her name. Ah, yes. She had the same name as a character from "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," and she also behaved quite rudely. "Ms. Salt, do you think talking this way will make you seem unique and that you'll get my attention?"

Strong-willed. These were some of the adjectives. There was a quote written at the bottom in cursive under inverted commas. “She's alone, but stronger and better than a whole army.” Vera's lips curved up and a deep sense of warmth exploded in her chest. The quote was easy on the eyes but very jarring. And it came from 12 years old girls.

Vera lifted her chin, her voice low but steady, “I know you think this breaks us. You’re wrong.” The men froze. One of them, a younger thug, spat, “What the hell did she just say?” “You heard me,” Vera said, ignoring the pain slicing through her ribs. “You don’t understand the mistake you’ve made. You’ve picked up a live grenade.” The room went quiet, except for Lina’s shaky breaths. One captor laughed nervously, stepping closer. “Live grenade? Girl, you’ve been beaten half to death. Don’t talk like you’re—”

“I heard that the new releases of Stamford Fashion aren't doing so well. That sucks for you.” The smile on my face disappeared instantly. “I do love EinT,” I said politely. “I think you have done well with it but you shouldn't be so demeaning, Veronica.” It was time for her smile to disappear too. “What did you just call me?” She asked me, trying to hold in her anger. “Madame Veronica, did I say something else?” I replied in pretense. “Fine,” she muttered. “You are sassy enough. You should visit me sometime.

Without wasting any time, I confronted Veronica. I found her near the exit and pinned her to the wall. My anger boiled over as I growled, "I know you did it. If she dies, I’ll kill you myself." Veronica’s reaction was chilling. She didn’t deny it. Instead, she smirked and said, "After everything I’ve done for you, you choose her over me? You ungrateful fool!" Her words were laced with venom. Then she laughed, a cold, haunting sound that made my skin crawl. "Thank God you figured it out. Yes, I did it! And she’s not going to survive. She won’t!" she declared, her voice filled with twisted pride.

He is going to hear,What I have to say, he has a lot of explaining to do He's a liar, I can't trust him and I don't want to trust,im.I want to tell him to leave, I want him not to come back ever. Wait, do I really mean, that?No...Yes?,"?" as his name leaves my lips, sudden need to empty my stomach,verwhelms me and I empty my stomach at,he side of the road.," "Who are you" he looks furious.,“Your name is Veronica right?” His eyes go hopeful.,

Veronica's POV: 'Love is not what you do... Love is what you are... Love never tests you... it embraces you...' I swear that I must have heard this quote somewhere on I*******m a while ago... now I totally understand the meaning of it. I dropped my phone onto the mat beside me and started walking toward the waves, my steps unsteady, dizziness washing over me as a memory from my past rose uninvited in my mind. Chase was standing across from me, fury blazing in his eyes. On the table beside me lay a neatly folded stack of laundry.

“Does that mean you lost?” “You are clever, sister,” Veronica clapped her hands, her smile reaching her eyes. “Fredden is a slave under Omniel’s orders, so Give up on bringing a sense of shame and compassion to his eyes. We don’t feel it. If we don’t deceive, we don’t feel life. By the way, I took your precious egg; the one that Erasmus the slave dealer sent you as a present. Oh my bad! You don’t know that. I successfully hatched it and I have another means of venom. By the way, I felt like you were one of us when you killed him but I was disappointed.”

Who was the clueless person who said the phrase: there is a fine line between love and hate? That was the question that kept running through my mind. Was I becoming seriously ill? — Look at the stars... — Verônica hummed the refrain, changing gears and accelerating the jeep a little more. I don't know how, but she could babble the phrases in Portuguese, although they were very confusing and complicated in some parts for me. — Look how they shine for you… — She put her free hand on my bare thigh again, which gave me a good and very familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach.