Veronica Dare Novelas e Histórias

Veronica sarcastically commented from the side. “Veronica, spreading rumors only takes a mouth, but have you thought about the consequences?” Kira's cold gaze pierced like ice into Veronica's face. Veronica's heart began to race. She had previously thought of this woman as a simple country girl who easy to bully. But now she was starting to fear her because the more she interacted with her, the more she realized how unpredictable she was.

She shifted backward as Jared gaze met with hers. Veronica took a glimpse at Dinah, who was dressed in a single short gown and her black hair packed to rough bun, her ambers eyes turning orange, slim and pretty face she looked beautiful and Veronica wondered why Jared was keeping such a pretty girl in his mansion because to be skeptical, she doesn't think Dinah could be a stripper or slut. "Who is she?" Veronica threw the question, still staring at Dinah as Jared put her hand away from himself. "That is none of your concern, " Jared answered rudely as Dinah swallowed hard with thought beginning to run through her.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I wouldn’t know why but I would follow their orders. “Who are you? Please state your name.” My eyes widened a fraction when I heard the animal talk. It was speaking using a female voice—meaning this animal was a she-wolf. But my parents told me that animals couldn't talk, what kind of creature was she? She was so alluring to be a monster! “I-I’m Vera Moore,” I stuttered because of bewilderment. "Why are you here in the woods? Alone? Go back home and don't ever come back here in the woods, kid."

Annabella asked "Biscuit" Cindy replied "Don't tell me it's the one I was supposed to eat" Annabella frowned and Cindy laughed "I thought you don't want it...." "Are you crazy?!!" Annabella yelled "Oh come on don't worry,there are lots of them,don't shout baby girl" Cindy winked and returned her eyes to the movie "Can I ask you a question?" Annabella asked and Cindy faced her "What is that?" She asked "Do you know anyone called Thadeus?" Annabella raised her brows

The air around them grew thick as they exchanged words. “I’m the heiress of the Jones family and Damian Blackwood’s fiancée,” she declared with pride. Elara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what Veronica had just said. “You’re what?” She asked, surprised. “Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”

I threw myself to my bed, letting a wave of thoughts, memories, crash into my head as I submerged into the soft foam. “Let’s leave it all behind, Damon. It’s not worth it,” Veronica’s words were enticing but the opportunity to become the next alpha of the Bloodmoon pack was equally alluring. It was a bright afternoon that day with Veronica, my mate. The sun glorified her luscious blonde hair as she walked around with it flowing down her back. We were two stubborn teenagers with big dreams, bigger than the both of us. Veronica and I had different opinions on almost everything but we were in love.

Always watching, never missing a move. Later, the Luna noticed too. Vera moved through the corridors like a viper, beautiful and dangerous, her half-healed face stitched and shining. Her voice dripped with venom every time Veronica entered the room. “Whore,” she said one morning loud enough for all to hear. Veronica smiled sweetly. “You sound threatened.” The Luna’s eyes burned. “You don’t belong here.” “Maybe not,” Veronica said, voice calm, “but I’m the one your King listens to.”

Veronica was still quiet, and that made her dangerous. “She’s waiting,” Damien muttered, watching the skyline. “She’s planning something.” Miles, reinstated under brutal terms of loyalty, stood at a safe distance. “The charities are collapsing. Calloway’s name is poison. Veronica’s losing backers every hour. She’s cornered.” Damien turned, eyes sharper than ever. “Veronica Hale is never cornered. She plays cornered. Then she lashes out.” There was a buzz from his personal line. He answered.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.