Veronica Veronica Novelas e Histórias

"The first person I am going to meet is… Veronica" Veronica is a woman who grew up with wealth and privilege. She's always been used to getting her way, and she can be quite arrogant and demanding. She can also be extremely stubborn and difficult to reason with. She has a sharp tongue and a quick wit, and she's not afraid to speak her mind, even if it offends others.

Here he was: having just been in bed with a hot, drop-dead gorgeous woman who seemed quite smitten with him, but, instead of basking in the moment, he was whiling the night away fantasizing about his ex. Great. Just great. "Cracking job, Théo. This'll surely end well." A fairly raspy voice soon drew him out of his thoughts. He lifted his head and met a bleary pair of hazel eyes. "I think I'm about to have a psychotic break," Veronica mumbled. Her slim forearms rested on the desk where she'd placed her laptop. "Why?" Théo tilted back his laptop's screen to get rid of the glare. An oversized denim jacket, which she'd left unbuttoned, covered her tank top. Subtle curls thickened her hair that

With her step back she began to growl lowly at me, she did not like that. "Veronica." She whispered. I felt some disappointment within me, a small part of me had truly thought she was Cassandra, but no. So who was this girl? Veronica? This was Veronica. Notorious killer and feared by many. I felt sickened, I felt the disgust seep into my expression. I was mated to a monster. "You're monster! You're demon!" I hissed out, completely appalled, why on earth was I of all people mated with her?

The woman stopped in front of me and Kaanadan, alternating for a few seconds with me and him. "Hello…" She said as she held a glass of champagne aside. “Hello,” I say gently. “Veronica. “Kaanadan was clearly impatient. The woman with the big legs visible through the slits in her greenish dress, looked at Kaanadan. "I'm surprised to see you accompanied." Hadn't he decided to stay... in the drought? Veronica had a strong accent, and I didn't hesitate to think that she might be Italian. Kaanadan took a deep impatient breath and looked at her, serious as a robot. No emotion on her face. “Veronica, this is Celeste…my future wife.

She just smirked and said nothing as we turned back to Liam. "It's Veronica. She's being difficult again and I'm sick of it," Liam muttered lowly as he took another sip from the bottle. I arched my eyebrows slightly as everyone in the room stilled. What? Who was Veronica? The name rang a bell. "Veronica is one of Liam's potential bond mates... she's been obsessed with him ever since I can remember," Lila told me through a private link that sent chills up my spine and set jealousy hard in my gut.

she said proudly as they stepped into Olympus without a hitch. Veronica dusted her dress off, "Never do that again." "Why? I thought you liked destroying things." Alice said, walking gaily more into the Olympian territory. "Veronica, Princess of Lust, and Park Alice of the Summer Isles. To what do we owe the honor of having our gates blasted to bits?" A surprisingly good-natured voice greeted them. Veronica almost snorted in laughter at what was said. But she immediately clamped it down as three goddesses showed themselves in front of them, looking intimidating and almost identical to each other, only to be identified by the different colors they wear.

says Veronica. “He’s all yours Veronica.” Veronica is a wolf and also known as the school slut. Throwing herself at anyone willing to give her attention. I don’t particularly like her as she is also a bitch to everyone. She despises me and thinks it’s my fault my brother won’t give her the time of day. She’s been fawning over him for years, but he has never shown any interest. I look back at the other team to find James staring at me like I am some prize to a challenge he is trying to figure out. A shiver runs down my spine and I am sure this will not be the last encounter I have with him.

"And how do you know all this?" After uttering a bitter laughed, Veronica looked up. Her eyes welled up with tears. She fllashed a small smile. "I know all that because I am his daughter. I am Veronica Ginevra Guillermo, the lost daughter of Dante Guillermo and Zarine Morgan!"

Veronica snapped sharply at him. But he ignored her and went on taunting her softly. “What exactly are you trying to do, Ronnie? Compete with Vicky? You can’t. You don’t have the right type of... assets.” Furious with him, and with herself because his taunting remarks weren’t just making her angry, they were hurting her badly as well, Veronica exploded into angry self-defense. “If by ‘the right type of assets’ you mean I don’t use my womanhood, my sexuality, as some kind of... of cheap means of attracting men, then I’m glad to say that I don’t,” she agreed.

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.”