Novels by Vanessa Pens

Rhys“Almighty Rhys Madigan, pleading for mercy? Who would have thought?” Cory said, mocking me and chuckling.“Come on Rhys, we both know who is the stronger of us” Vincent added.“You guys don't even deserve mercy. You're nothing but bad news” he sneered.“Listen...” I warned them “I am willing to surrender, you can't hurt me or she, you know that” I motioned to Tessa.Vincent started laughing. “Oh please,” he scoffed “like anyone would ever trust her over you”“Let Tessa go, you want me right? Let her live please” A smile crept up in Cory’s expression “You really wanna save this whore?” she asked rhetorically. “That's very charming considering that you didn't find it difficult to kill three people without remorse” “What do you mean?” She snorted “don't play dumb with me boy. You killed my parents and my little sister, remember you got into an accident and you fled, left the scene, left us to die! My parents died because of you, my little sister died because of you!” she screamed

Rhys “What are you doing?” I asked Blair.“Calling for backup, do you think a single gun would save you from your brother? If you did, then you don't know the kind of brother you have. He's dangerous” “I don't need your help. I'm in control, and you're the problem.”Blair laughed.“You're a fool Rhys… they are watching you! better make use of this chance and let me do what I know how to do.I swallowed her insults like bitter lemon drops. “Where is she?”“At an abandoned warehouse out of town”, Blair said as if we'd been discussing the weather.Speaking of the weather, it had begun to rain. A light mist that made it impossible to see anything beyond thirty feet or so, but enough to make me feel uneasy.It also meant that I couldn't see anything outside of the car. And I had to pull over into the parking lot before stepping out. It was a miracle Blair followed and the rain took longer than I expected.I watched as Blair dozed off beside me and a silly idea came into my mind.I gently

DarcyI was tired of fighting, my body was extremely weak, my throat dry from dehydration and the constant ringing in my ears made me almost blind. I felt completely lost and I couldn’t understand why. What did these people want from me? Was this happening to me? Why were these people staring at me? Where did they come from? How had they taken me here? “I am thirsty” I cried out for the hundredth time. “Please” I begged again. “Just give me something to drink, anything at all. Please”. My voice cracked, and I was surprised I didn’t feel any pain anymore. The silence only amplified the sound in my head. It was deafening. So quiet, so peaceful now. The ringing was gone.“That's your punishment for pulling that stupid stunt” One of them hissed. They looked angry. Yes, I had tried to escape again but I didn't even make it past the day.I got punched hard across the face, my head snapped to the left and back to the right, the ringing grew louder but not quite as painful as before, and I

Rhys When I drove down to Vincent’s house, I didn't know what to expect but I made sure I kept my gun closed.Someone whom I assumed was the nanny opened the door and she was holding a baby.For the first time in a long time, I paid attention to their son. He was a spitting image of Tessa... I mean Darcy. He had her eyes. Her beautiful, greyish blue, wide, soulful eyes. He looked just like her. And that terrified me for some reason.It also made sense why she had been fooling me the whole time. I would have probably done the same thing if I was her or done even worse.The nanny looked at me as if she was skeptical of my being there or something equally dumb and stupid because she didn't let me inside. “Tell Vincent I am here”, I demanded. “He's not here” she said. She wasn't rude by any means, she just seemed completely unimpressed with my presence at all.I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but my mouth wasn't cooperating. What a fucking mess.“Who is at the door?” I heard Vincent as

Rhys“What do you want?” I typed and waited for a reply while I began to drive down to the police station.The car was silent on its way there, but the ride didn't last long since it soon became apparent that my phone was ringing. It was the sound of my cell phone ringing that alerted me to where I was. I stopped the car and reached for it.“We said don't go to the police and you are parked in front of one? You really must think we are unserious right?” The voice said from the other line.I looked in the streets but everyone was going about with their business, there was no sign that I was being followed.How did they know where I was?“What do you want?” I yelled through the line as loud as possible just to make sure my message wasn't lost in the noise from the cars passing by.“You already disobeyed us and now your darling wife would pay for it” He sneered “Do not test our patience” “No, no, no” I heard Tessa scream from the background. I could only imagine her franticness and dang

Darcy“Why? You are supposed to be his friend. Why would you do this to Rhys?” I asked the man in front of me. My hands were shaking from trying to break free and my body was trembling with rage. He stood staring at me.“You see my dear, life is not always black and white. There are people who can love others, and those that do will be remembered for eternity. The difference between you and them is that you choose to stay with the light and I decided to go to darkness. That, or it takes too much effort” His face was twisted in amused expression, as though he was watching a child trying to figure out their math homework. But he was serious about what he said.“Rhys has always had things easy, he was always good at everything, he had the women, they loved him, and he loved them back.” He shook his head sadly ‘The thing is, there is no such thing as perfect men, only ideal ones. And unfortunately, there isn't any such thing as perfection in this world, and there's nothing you can do to c

Unknown I was suddenly thirteen and standing in front of my Mama's art room, some of her paints were spilled on the floor, and Father had kicked them out of the table in anger. Mama’s face was contorted with grief as I tried to comfort her. It took me hours before she calmed down enough to even look at the pictures again. I remember the tears and the pain, I remembered the sadness. “Why would you do that? you know how much she loves those” I yelled at my father.“Shut the hell up Laurent” he yelled.“No, you shut up!” I retorted. My father grabbed a fistful of my shirt and dragged me away from the door, my mother tried to follow but slipped because of the paint. I tried to break through, to help her but my father held me back. We fought. We screamed at each other, then threw punches. And soon there was blood everywhere. He was bigger, he was stronger.Suddenly we were on the balcony, I know the staff in the house could hear us but there was nothing they could do, no one could deal

Logan“What is this madness” One of the men yelled, he was staring at me with cold icy eyes, and his accent was heavy.“What does it look like? Be patient and watch” I responded calmly, although I really wanted to tear them into pieces.When the video finished playing, they both turned to me, faces white as paper, their mouths agape. I could have sworn that their hearts skipped a few beats when the video played the first time. Then one of them looked at the other, he gave him a slight nod as if he had just completed some kind of mission. The one called Pierre cleared his voice. “What do you want?”he asked. He didn't seem so confident now. In fact he seemed downright scared. But what was there to be afraid of, he thought. I’m not going to kill you or anything, so calm down. Calm down.“Well, first of all, you need to answer a question for me” A smirk appeared on my face. The man looked surprised but nodded in agreement. “Did you really think you could get away with harassing my wife?

Logan“The French men, they molested me” The words fell off her lips and I could feel the blood rushing to my face, though there was no emotion on her face. This was a mistake, I must have misheard. It couldnt be possible. All I saw was red. I was angry and sad and confused and scared. I couldn't remember why I had felt these things, but I remembered those words very cleary. Those words were engraved into my mind, they found a way to keep themselves in my memory. It played on a loop in my mind, the image of her lying broken and bleeding on the floor, the smell of her fear in my nostrils, her broken soul. It felt like I could remember her, more like sew every single detail, the sound of her screams, and every single word she screamed. The way her eyes were wide open and full of fear as she tried to call for me, I'd always hear it echoing in my mind. I could picture the men laughing while they tossed her back and forth, I could imagine them staring at her luscious body, I didn't wan

MelissaMy vision blurred when I woke up and blinked away the dark spots in front of my eyes, trying to understand where I was, what happened. My body felt tense like a rubber band pulled taut as it stretched from my shoulders to my knees, but when I tried to move any muscle in my body it just hurt. It was like there were wires connected to all my limbs, some in my back, others in my legs and feet. It made it hard for me to sit up, so I had to lean against the bed.“Relax…” I heard a familiar voice. “Just relax. You're fine.""Mister?" I croaked out, my voice sounding raw even to my own ears. He laughed.“From Logan to Mister, but I will take it” he said. His voice sounded distant, like I was listening through a tunnel. “You're safe here, we're going to get you out of that position in a few minutes, just let your muscles uncoil." His warm hand rested lightly on my shoulder. “I feel trapped”"It's okay...you're not trapped." I could hear the smile in his voice. “You just need to lie

LoganShe looked so frail as she laid there in the hospital bed, her head was wrapped up in bandages and her face pale and sickly looking from her blood loss. After she stormed off at the park, I didn't go after her. I didn't expect her to go far either but soon time passed and there was no sign of Melissa. So I assumed she had gone home but when I got home, she wasn't back. She didn't answer any of my calls or texts. Eventually she returned, her shoulders hung lowly in defeat but still she stood tall with a defiant tilt to her chin and a determined set to her eyes. I could still tell something wasnt right from the way her body stiffened and her gaze avoided mine. “Where have you been?” She shrugged noncommittally. “Around.” Her voice sounded like it belonged to someone else. It was quiet and flat and hollow. But the more her expression changed, the more I realized how much I hated that look on her. It only lasted a second before her facade slipped and tears fell down her cheeks

Melissa I didn't tell Logan anything when I got home. There was nothing to tell. I maintained a distance as much as I could, not responding when he spoke to me. I couldn't let him know what had happened. That would only mean more chaos. I was tired of the chaos it had managed to become a part of my everyday life.I was going to see the French men by myself the next day, I would make it work, with or without his help.“What are you offering?”“A partnership with my company is going to be a big step for us. It would give a fusion both to French and American culture , it gives people the same experience. My team will be in charge of developing the products and marketing your own, it is going to bring us together.” I smiled at the men in front of me . They looked like business tycoons but their demeanor was different - they weren't arrogant or condescending. In fact, they seemed eager to have a collaboration between companies. A few seconds of silence passed between them, as if contempla