Veruca Salt Quote Novels & Stories

“I don’t think that’s really my style. I was imagining something a bit more understated, maybe in a softer hue?” Veronica rolled her eyes theatrically, her smile unwavering, as if it were glued to her face. “Understated? No way! You need to stand out and make a statement! Red is unforgettable, and trust me, it’ll have heads turning. Just give it a whirl!”

Veronica swallowed, then recited it all from memory: “When the dust has settled, the old will rise anew. The convergence will blossom, and the flowers will flourish, and rise against dissonance.” She finished and stared at us, waiting for our response. “Do you know what it means?” June asked her after a beat, and Veronica shook her head. “I can make guesses, but that’s all they are — just guesses.” She looked down at her hands and then back at us. “But I do believe it has something to do with your children,” she added.

She continued and her words were like broken glass struck into my chest. “Or anywhere at that.” “Trust,” Veronica licked across her red glossy lips and she folded her arms across her chest. “This is a lesson, one of the many that I would teach you. You don’t start a battle you can’t fight you know.” She quoted and a hard lump slipped down the back of my throat. “And you don’t fight unless you’re threatened by the other person” I replied and she returned a death glare out of shock.

"Look at her cheap dress! Her cheap shoes! Does she look like a world famous designer? No! She looks like... like..." "Like what?" I asked calmly. Veronica's eyes lit up. She thought she won. "Like trash." The crowd gasped louder. Somewhere offstage I heard Marty laugh. I stepped closer to Veronica. Close enough to smell her perfume. The expensive kind Jason bought her with my money. "Do you really want everyone to know the truth?" I asked quietly. Her smile got bigger. "There's only one truth and it's mine." I smiled back. Then I slapped her hard across the face.

That made something inside me snap. “She’ll fuck you,” he said casually. “She’ll make you cum. You’ll stop thinking about this girl. You’ll realize you’re not bonded to her. You’re just pent up. You need to get off. Veronica can do that for you. She wants to do that. You don’t have to ruin your whole life over some..” “Don’t finish that sentence.” Levi’s mouth clamped shut. I took one slow step toward him. “She is not some girl,” I said, each word shaking with the effort it took not to punch a wall.

“ do you also remember that one time when we were kids right before my uncle died? do you remember how fun it was playing in the rain while my sister was sick with a cold.’’ She looks at me with an unfathomable expression. But it doesn't stop me from moving along that line of questioning. Shine away from the truth was not the type of person that I was. ‘Yes of course I remember. That had been so wonderful. I had almost couldn't sleep because of playing in the rain so much with you.” A large cosmic smile creeps up my face as I stare at her. Taking slow steady steps towards Martin and his Warriors, I look at Veronica trying to find the perfect set of words. “Who are you?!”

My entire body was tuned to the screen. Veronica continued, “Let us make this simple.” Edmund gave a low laugh beside her, clearly enjoying himself. I think I whispered Leo’s name, but I do not know if it was out loud. My mind was already breaking apart around the image of him. Veronica’s eyes stayed on the camera. “You will make a public statement,” she said. “You will denounce your vaccine as a bioweapon. You will say the research was fraudulent. You will confess to corporate espionage and admit that the patents belong to Vale Industries.”

If it weren't for what I wore, then it's my personality, just to annoy me. Fuck, not this time. "You just think you're so special, huh?" Veronica says, and I only scoff. "The innocent one while in reality you are nothing but a slu—“ "Stop it, V!" Jeremy snaps, furious. "Are you five or something? If you add another word—“ “What?” Veronica snarls, and everything gets ugly in a whiff. “Are still nuts over her? Is that it?” What’s going on? What was this bitch about to call me? I get heated, and the others are in wonder.

We get to know ourselves better when we’re alone. I stay silent, letting her talk. Then, I decide to cut the moment short with a direct question. —Why don’t you say who you work for? She looks at me seriously. —Do you really think it’s worth it? In the end, you know I’ll end up dead. —Why do you think that? I ask, genuinely curious. Verônica looks at me with an empty gaze. —I’m dead inside, Rebeca. And, let’s be honest, you would never let me go, even if I told the truth.

She shouted and hung up on him. *** The next morning, Veronica opened the curtains and beautiful sun rays touched her face. She stretched her arms with a surreal smile on her face. She could finally feel herself like an old time. Carefree. Dreamy. Unstoppable. A kind of person who will find a way to breeze through the hard times without cribbing too much about it.