Veronica Lodge

Logan stared at the note in disbelief. He rubbed his eyes just to make sure he was seeing things correctly. He hoped when he opened his eyes again that the note would disappear, but there it was, staring at him, an elephant in the room. How could this be real? It couldn’t. Lexi loves me! Right? How could she write this? How could she just throw me away like this? Logan’s mind was racing as he read and then reread the note laid out in front of him. How could she? How could she be so

exhaling a deep breath, Veronica tried to ignore the ticking in her head that counted the seconds she’d been seated at Dominick’s. Her table was a strategic choice; far from, but angled towards, the door- a perfect position to watch for any man that had the slightest potential to be CA152. Talking to a stranger and daring to meet the man and be nervous about it, there was some silliness in that. Waiting at a table alone, with a rose as identification felt completely silly to Veronica. Wait a minute, was

into her own house, well past her bedtime, Veronica sorely regretted sending her dad only one 'be home soon!' text, hours before. She knew she should've told him how late she was going to be, but that would've entailed telling him where she, in fact, was... Fondly, she remembered their old house, with it's two floors, and thick walls, and multitude of windows to shimmy into. Turning the doorknob to her actual house, with a soft click of her key, Veronica was in, still holding her breath. Maybe she

Patience wasn't Penny's strong suit. There simply weren't enough hours in a day for her to spend hanging around in the middle of a forsaken street, in what were quickly transforming into the late hours. It felt like she was being ignored, hanging outside of a building which was supposed to house a bar. Did it? Didn't it? Guessing games were not a fond thing for Penny. Being almost sure that this was where the documents had told her to go, it was frustrating. It felt like somebody was taunting her

"Get her out." Lilly hissed as Mary Louise started to pull Elena from the car. They had rode for awhile before reaching the Mystic Falls High School. The school where Elena and her friends never really intended after all the drama that came when being involved with vampires. The last time Elena recalled being there was after Kai Parker captured her and held her hostage.She had went to talk to Damon when Kai cloaked her in a spell that hid them both, then knocked her unconcious. He had used the high

Cole stuffed his hands further into his pockets when a gust of snow blew on the doorstep. Neither of them wanted to get into any heavy conversations on the way back to her home. He was almost certain Jordyn was going to bid him goodnight after he made sure she arrived home safely. Are you staying the night?” Jordyn asked, unlocking her door. “If you will have me, I'd love to stay with you.” “I like that.” After taking off her boots, she went to the kitchen to pour them a glass of wine. “I'm sorry

To say that she had been worried when Matt had no-showed on her yesterday would be an understatement to Alicia Clark, who spent the remainder of the day anxiously sending her boyfriend texts once in a while hoping to goad a response from him. It was very uncharacteristic of him to ignore her, which left her more worried than she had been about anything lately - even Chris, who'd been found in the hospital after yet another of his benders and left her wondering if he even cared about her at all..

The difference between a prostitute and a courtesan is clearly explained by the University of the Chicago who edited the Selected Poems and Letters of Veronica Franco. It stated that the most neutral word in mid-sixteenth-century Italy for a woman who made her living by selling her sexual services was meretrice, for which an English equivalent would be "prostitute."A word used to insult such women, because it described the poorest class and most morally condemned category of a sex worker, was puttana

Mondays are her least favorite, they’re usually slow days, slower, anyway, and sometimes just to pick herself up, Veronica liked to stop someplace special on the way home. Take Neptune, California up on what it had to offer her. Going the long way to her car, she stopped at a bakery, just a donut to go, when she saw it across the street. Monstrous and offensive, a brand new superstore going up, one for books- and her chocolate donut with chocolate sprinkles tasted like sweetened ashes. Even now

Logan was a little boy who loved drawing a lot. He specially loved drawing pictures of his dog Wolf and making cards for his grandmother. But Logan didn’t take good care of his crayons. As soon as he finished a drawing, he would run off to show his grandmother and parents. He left his crayons scattered on the drawing table and all over the floor, sometimes even on the window. The crayons were stepped on, chowed on by Wolf and even melted by the hot sun! One day, the crayons had enough of Logan’s