Phew!. And it's a wrap! ..Do leave a review and tell me what you think. 🌹Honestly, Grimgor and Veronica are two of my favorite characters I’ve written, and I want to thank everyone who helped bring my imagination to life.To my beta readers, Lorrie Ann may thank you for your gems. Whorepapa, Flora, Latisha, Debbie, and Jamie.💜🌹And for all those who left a review and will still leave a review, thank you for your encouragement and feedback.To my editor and proofreader for their tireless work throughout my journey with Grimgor and Veronica. I love you more💜.To myself for the beautiful cover..😀💜More of my books will be released soon. I am considering a werewolf too (you can change my mind though), but first I will have to complete my ongoing books.My billionaire romance book has only 7,000 words. I would have loved to start a daily update on it next month, but due to my exams, I would shift it to September You can follow me on Instagram at @splen_doria.I'll meet you all in
VERONICA “Vera...Vera, get up!” I hear a familiar voice say something to me, but then the weird noise coming from outside won’t let me confirm whose voice it was."Vera, get up! "It's me, your mother; we have to leave now.”I stand up from the bed. Mom’s voice sounded urgent. Beads of tears were all over my face, and my body was drenched in them. I couldn’t understand what was going on, but obviously, things are not as they used to be.“Mum, what is wrong?” I ask in a shaky voice. I tremble in fear as the half-moon casts its ray on my room. Mom’s eyes were filled with tears, which she managed to hide from her voice."Shiii," she places her index finger on her lips. “Everything will be fine, Vera, but we must go now."She dragged me up from the bed and made her way towards the door. I am sure it’s still midnight. Where then are we going, and what in hell is happening out there?A bloody scream from outside has my eyes opening. Something was really going on out there. I tried to peep
Ten years later..VERONICAMy grandma does tell me stories, stories about werewolves, while I listen with all I've got. She has told and retold the same story to me, and all I keep wondering is when the little goddess will finally be born, or, at the very least, if it were to come true, when someone will rescue us from the shackles of fear. Every day we wake up knowing full well that we could be preyed on before the day ends, yet there is nothing we could ever do.We live in an abandoned underground, just me and my grandma. Every other one of my kind lives either in some other underground or somewhere that's hidden enough. We hid from the Lycans during the day and from both the Lycans and vampires at night. My grandma used to tell me that werewolves were also as powerful and had magic as well, but after the Lycans suddenly invaded our land and killed as much as they could, they kept some of us captive in their land. The children who were not yet able to get their wolves remained wolfl
VERONICA "I ask, what are you?" The man repeats, "He forced my face to look at his." But I still avoid his direct gaze. "Let me go," I mutter."Open your eyes," he says harshly, like he would use his claws to tear my body apart if I didn't look up to him. I have no other option but to look at him. His golden-glowing eyes peer into mine. "You are not a human, are you?" I can sense it. Your scent..." He whispers, and then his face is all over me like he is trying to get familiar with a scent. He kept on sniffing as if he were perceiving something. I manage to break free from his grip and take to my hills. I run as fast as I can, jumping fences at the few places they exist, until I get to our hideout. I move quietly inside, calming my nerves down before going to meet grandma. "I am back, grandma." I say throwing myself on her while she wraps my back in a hug."I became really worried, Vorenica." "What took you so long to come back?" "Nothing grandma. I will prepare the meat that I
VERONICA.Too late for me, as I stepped out, I noticed that our hideout has been surrounded by men with lamps in their hands. Many people were held hostage; I feel they searched every other house before stopping at mine. I see a man approach me; he looks exactly like the man I escaped from earlier. "You won't run again; don't worry; you can't even if you wish to," he mumbles. His voice is the same as the man I bumped into; there is no doubt he is the one. He seized my hands and tied them both to my back, and then he bundles me into a trunk with the others. I feel like something is repeating in my life.I remember grandma; I will never forget how she died. And why she did that, I still can't figure out, especially why I suddenly was able to mind- link her. Although she wasn't my real blood, she took care of me and treated me like her real granddaughter. We were isolated by people. Everyone calls her a witch, including me, the daughter of a witch. I cared less and paid deaf attention
VERONICAI hold my clothes tight with my last strength. Everyone stares at me precisely, wondering what gave me the nerve. Honestly, I don't know what gave me this audacity, but whatever it is, it should also not let me die at the hands of this Lycan. "Let me go... you monsters," I scream, and I move away from the vampire. Tears clouded my vision as I stood. Inwardly, I am too scared to even breathe properly, but how I put up with the act of acting strong is one thing I don't know of."You are the stubborn one, huh?" "Kill her," he orders. My heart sank to my belly. Grandma died for me to live... And all I could do to keep her last request was to get myself killed? The fear of my blood being sucked until I drop dead on the cold, bare floor creeps up on me and hunts me.I shiver and move backwards with each of the vampire's approaching steps. I hear the Lycans call him Mike. He kept on moving until I got to my dead end. I was trapped by the crooked wall. I see a glimpse of a smile acro
VERONICAI shift my gaze away from him while he still looks at me with his furrowed brows. He surely has met me somewhere, but I can swear this is the first time I have seen his face in my entire life. "Who was blaring about food a while ago?" He finally got hold of himself and asked questions. Everywhere was dead silent as his deep, authoritative voice echoed. Even the growls and noises I hear from the other rooms have seized. I looked around to witness the accusing glare everyone gave me. I try to remind them with a coded signal from my face expression that "I did it all for us" and so they should not hand me over to him. "The girl over there, with the long hair and oval face," one chubby girl points at me. I knew I had long hair, but I never knew my face was oval; I always thought it was just a circle. After all, I have only had the opportunity to look at my reflection in not very clean water. I swallow hard, trying to hide my face. It wasn't so difficult for me to get caught.
VERONICAI've always despised Lycans, and the mere thought of falling in love with one made me want to retch. For years, I searched for my mate in silence, praying that the moon goddess wouldn't pair me with a Lycan.But fate had a twisted sense of humor. Now I find myself stuck with a Lycan man who seemed to be infatuated with me. I can't stand the sight of him, but I know I could use him to accomplish my mission."What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snarled, my voice filled with fury as I push him away from me. "What am I doing? What's wrong with you?" he shot back, his voice deep and masculine, his face etched with annoyance. "Why did you let yourself get dragged to my father, and why didn't you postulate in front of the king?"For a moment, I felt like a toddler being cautioned by her father. My heart is blank. I don't know whether I should hate him more or just a little less. "What's the meaning then?" "Meaning of what?" He replied impatiently. I can't even bring my