Veruca Salt Squirrels Novels & Stories

She leaned over slowly dumping the portable cup of berries onto ground before sprinkling the seed refill over them. Snowflake ate happily, he guzzled down pieces of berry, and seed with glee. Veronica sat there watching him, he shook his feathers, a husk of seed stuck under his beak. Her lips curled up; he shook his head covering the floor in empty husks. Snowflake beak was stained with a purple yet his black beady eyes glowed in the streaks of light reaching into the house from outside. Veronica shook her head grinning as she ate her cheese salmon sandwich. She gave Snowflake a bowl of water from her glass water bottle. As it turns out, her plastic container had a plethora of uses. Snowflak

"This is not for us to eat, Ian, but I will make sure that we get some later," she replied. "Help me move the cage. Don’t worry," she saw the look on his face, "he won’t wake until I tell him to." She held up a dart and Ian smiled. They hauled the cage for a long distance until they were close to the private riding area of Lord Kurn. Sylvia put the squirrel in a bush next to the trail and covered a rag in its blood. "Wait here, Ian, I’ll be back in a little while."

Just one word. ‘SASHA…’ “No…” she whispered. “I can’t be jealous of the future Mrs. Neville-Talbott for having Sasha, for having his love, for having kids with him… I can’t! I’m over him!” It was almost dark when Veronica eventually reached the Hall. The sound of other feet on the gravel momentarily made her freeze until she recognized the familiar shapes of half a dozen inquisitive peacocks and peahens. The cocks were sending their shrill cries of warning up into the still night air. A relieved laugh came out of her lips and she shook her head.

Enemies closing in, my wolf snarling protectively. “Repeaters,” Vera pointed up, two drones clinging like insidious spiders, lights dark and waiting. “Can you quiet them?” I asked, urgency sharpening. “I can make them sing off-key, betray their masters,” she said, pulling tablet and cable, clipping into wall panel, fingers flying with focused intensity. “English, for the non-genius,” I teased lightly, admiration swelling. “I make them dumb and useless to her,” she explained, hair dripping. “Vera, your wrist,” I said, concern breaking through.

It had become clear that Verina was planning something, and I couldn’t just ignore her anymore. It started with a small uptick in the amount of her wolves prowling the woods at night. Then, there were more, and they were louder. They’d do their best to draw my pack out. Of course, Sam is always up for a fight, and if he went, the others had to go. Then… it became apparent they wanted to single out Brice. They were pissed at him for being a “traitor” even though, by my calculations, he was the only one that had remained loyal. The Parkers were supposed to be part of my pack. When I noticed that the forest wasn’t expanding anymore, and there seemed to be a plethora of black birds hanging out n

"What I'm saying is that you are new to these heightened powers. It's possible that what you felt was a rodent. A squirrel, maybe?" "It was not a freaking squirrel, Marcello." She folded her fists. "It was a person. I can put my life on that." And with that, she stormed into the bedroom and shut the door with a bang. "Yeah, yes. It must have just been a rodent." Veronica sounded like she was only trying to convince herself of that. "It was definitely a rodent."

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

I stripped quickly, relieved to finally free my own rock-hard, throbbing cock. Vera pulled the men’s fingers out of her pussy and told them, “Now suck your fingers. Taste how wet I am.” They did it right away, and she smiled wide when she saw their cocks ooze even more. With each index finger she circled the tips of their heads, coating her fingertips with their pre-cum. Then she walked over to me, slipped one finger into my mouth, and slid it slowly along my tongue. I tasted John’s salty essence and felt a strange thrill run through me.

She was the one who smelled most intensely of candy-sweet syrup. Salem seemed to feel a strange attraction to the woman. He ran his hand down the side of her scalp, and from the white skin sprouted long threads of crimson hair. I shivered, but Vera squealed in delight, stroking her new hair and saying, “Thank you, thank you! I love it!” “Was that little taste of power enough?” said the Sister with the mismatched arms. “Please, my love, embrace me. Save Vera for last.” “Of course, Marcella,” said Salem. “After I take you, I’ll be able to gain power from a familiar, yes?”

“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.”