Veronica Dare の小説・ストーリー

Alexia asked feeling surprised. Veronica curled her lips and said, "Do you think it's by choice? Mr. Damon has been calling me over and over again!" Thinking of what had happened just now, Veronica felt a headache. Early in the morning, her phone kept ringing. Veronica had been wondering what lunatic could be spam calling her at 7 a.m. in the morning. When she woke up to check her phone, she saw that it was an unknown number. This pissed her off even more. As soon as she picked up, she wanted to voice her anger. However, before she could speak, she heard Damon ask her to open the door. He had brought breakfast, and he didn't want to wake Alexia up.

Her head was spinning after whatever happened. "Are you alright dear?" The same woman who glanced at her with pity asked. She is Cara, wife of Zen's friend. "Yes but I don't understand what's happening?" Veronica shook her head confused. "People here are___" She had no words to explain. "I understand your feelings, Veronica but I think you should be careful..." She said with concerned face. "Why? And why everyone is scared of him?" She asked confused. "You don't know who Vladimir Volkov is?"

"It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel fair. How could this happen? She was... she was Daisy. She was larger than life." Veronica clenched her jaw, trying to suppress the tears threatening to spill. "We didn’t even get to say goodbye." Clara looked at her, her eyes filled with sorrow. "You knew her longer than I did. What was she like... before?" Veronica exhaled shakily, her fingers gripping the edge of the windowsill. "She was... complicated. Before the show, we were just acquaintances. I thought she was like every other spoiled starlet—entitled, self-absorbed, and unaware of how the real world worked. But then..." She paused, her lips trembling. "Then I actually got to know her. She wasn’

Why was everyone able to pick up like nothing had happened while she was slowly losing everything? Lily panted as her legs wobbled from exhaustion as she approached her car... which she was even starting to debate selling. “Um, excuse me, are you Lily Nawassa?” A woman asked and Lily turned to see a small mousey looking woman. Her reddish brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail and her light brown eyes flecked with darker brown shined. Lily discreetly sniffed in her direction. She was a vampire. Lily nodded, panting from her run. “Great,” the woman said, actually looking happy. “I’m Veronica Holloway,” she added, holding out her pale hand Lily took hesitantly. “Ms. Nawassa I’m-” Veronica sta

"What are you doing here?" Veronica was his ex-girlfriend, a socialite who had thought she would be the future Mrs. Blackwood until he had ended things months ago. She looked past Draven, her eyes landed on Belle standing on the terrace, and then widened when she saw the three children peeking out from behind the sofa.

Satisfied that at least they were safe, I set out to Veronica's. Veronica is an ancient witch nearly 7 centuries old, damn old hag. If anyone knows who we are up against now, it is her. The only problem, she's known for her trickery and finding out any and all weaknesses and secrets, which is exactly why I left the girls at the house. As I made my way through the city I tried to stick to the alleys. Don't want anyone to stop me and ask questions while I am heading to Veronica's.

Lydia hesitated, her eyes unconsciously falling on Verna’s face. Tonight, Verna had put on light makeup. She was already beautiful, and with her features highlighted, she looked even more stunning. She wore a floral short dress, making her appear particularly youthful and lively. It was no surprise—rumor had it that she had just graduated and was indeed very young.

Veronica is known as one of the most beautiful and smart ladies in the city, she is rich and very strenuous when it comes to business. Many men have tried to woo her but her sight scares them, and many ladies want to be her friends, but she gave them no room for that. She is a classic and everyone’s role model. Just waving goodbye and smiling at Scarlet, shows that Scarlet must be someone important. “Mom, dad, did you both see just that? Veronica Browns the pretty goddess waved her hands at Scarlet! What the hell is going on?” Sally couldn’t help but cry, she was losing it. “I... I don’t know,” Mr. Petersburg shuttered, his face collapsing as he came baffled.

Even the chandelier flickered nervously, as if realizing it might get involved in a fight scene soon. “I can finally unleash it,” Camilla whispered. Chills ran through every living soul in the mansion. Even Adrian, who barely knew the full story, shifted away from her by a few inches. Camilla leaned back on her chair, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, her sweet smile returning, but much too sweet, the kind of sweet that belonged on the face of a serial killer right before they stabbed someone. “So this Eric guy…” Veronica tried again, her voice shaky. “He’s like… a villain, right?”

DEX. "You can turn now," Veronica says, and I prepare myself before I face her, and she cackles as she pulls at the ends of the shirt. "Hideous, isn’t it?" She’s in one of my loose black shirts, and it practically swallows her, reaching her mid-thighs. Christ, was she always that tiny?