Veronica Veronica の小説・ストーリー

When they got home, Veronica first undressed and went into the shower, she was feeling irritated and sick in her tummy, she has to vomit everything she ate before she was alright "do you want to come in there" Ryan asked concerned "no, I will manage" she replied him from the inside "Okay, let me get you something from the kitchen," he said from the door before walking away she was done by the time he came back "take this hot chocolate" he offers

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?"

' Doom asked. 'Veronica,' the witch responded, looking away. 'But no one has called me that for half a century. 'It is a strong and womanly name,' Doom said, a little amazed at himself for speaking to cheer a woman but forging ahead lest he realise it was her magic that was forcing him. He wished for his next words to be genuine. 'It is as beautiful a name as it is a woman who holds it, and it describes a great strength. I think you have that strength, Witc- Sorceress Veronica.'

East said. Veronica smiled. "You give me a nickname now, Mr. Rivera?" Veronica asked as she grinded East "Why? You don't want me to call you Veron? Oh my god ..." East moaned. East couldn't believe how wild this woman was. "I have no problem with that. What, Mr. Rivera, is your fiance better in bed than I am?” asked Veronica as she was speeding up the grinding with East "Oh my... hell, you're gonna make me..." said East.

Then she dropped to the floor, curled around her stomach, and dialed. ‎ "Caleb." Her voice cracked beautifully on the second syllable. "Please, help. Veronica, she's trying to kill me." ‎ I pressed my good hand over the wound, blood seeping warm between my fingers, and stared at her like she was a stranger speaking a language I used to know. ‎ "What is wrong with you?" ‎ "Who do you think he's going to believe?" She didn't even lower her voice for that. ‎ "The pathetic wife, or me?" The door slammed open before I could answer.

"Welcome to hell." ****************** "Stand up, you lazy slave!" A cup of water was dumped on me and I jolted up from the cold floor. Veronica was staring down at me, her face scrunched up with disdain. Veronica was a cruel girl with black hair and green eyes filled with hatred and anger. She was a few months older than me yet she was so immature. A scar rested on the side of her eyes, and I wondered if she was cruel to me because she was jealous of my looks.

Veronica looked at her and mumbled thank you. "And come with me... I need to ask some personal questions..." Veronica nodded and followed her to another desk. "Did he do something wrong with you?... I mean forced himself or something like that..." She asked with a neutral face. "No!" Vera answered honestly. "Did he hurt you?" She asked and shook her head. "But he kidnapped me" "How did you escape?" She asked. Vera was about to answer but then she heard his voice and it sent chills down to her spine.

Finally, she said, “Add a zero to the fifty, and I’ll do it.” Veronica’s smirk widened. Without a word, she opened her designer handbag and handed the girl a small vial. “No room for mistakes,” she warned, her voice icy. “Emma Martinez is the target.” --- A few minutes later, the waitress returned to Veronica with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s done,” she said simply, as if she were reporting on a completed homework assignment. Veronica’s face lit up with satisfaction. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote down the amount the waitress had asked for, adding an extra twenty dollars in cash for transportation. She handed it over with a smug grin, as if she were rewarding someone for

she said. " My name is Veronica" I said, now in awe of this woman that speaked in such precise nature and carried herself in such high esteem. " I know you don't know my name, but I'm eve." She said. " Are you the reason alpha llyod is panicking?" I asked. She scoffed, shrugging off my question.

Her wolf stirred weakly, then whined and curled in on itself under the weight of the drugs. “Easy,” a voice said from the shadows. Amused. Familiar. Haley lifted her head, teeth clenched. “You’re dead.” Veronica stepped into the torchlight, pristine as ever. No blood. No sweat. Her silver eyes glittered. “Not yet,” Veronica said. “And not before you watch.” Rage flared hot and reckless. “If you touched my children—” Veronica laughed softly. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself. They weren’t the prize.” She tilted her head. “You were.”