Ava Daniels Deborah Vance Novels & Stories

“One wrong move and we lose them both.” Patience. My son could be crying in the dark, and he wanted patience. Then I heard it—Vanessa’s voice. Thin, ragged, trembling, but still hers. “How could you do this to me Daniel… I know I hurt you. But don’t hurt my son.” My lungs stopped working. Daniel. The word slammed into me like a hammer. I moved forward, ignoring Tobias’ previous warning, following the sound until the shadows split and I saw them. Vanessa stood with her hands lifted, her red hair spilling down her shoulders in waves of fire even under the harsh, flickering light. She looked small, fragile, but there was steel in her spine. And facing her, with his head slightly bowed, his expr

"If she’s out there, and the Vances are hiding capital offshore, then the money is trailing her. I’m going to run a deep-packet scan on every single transaction Daniel Vance authorized in the last twenty-four hours. If he bought a single square inch of dirt or paid a single foreign utility bill, I’m going to pull the string." ​I stood beside him, looking down at the digital numbers beginning to cascade across the secure screen. The legal traps, the boardroom coups, the poison Elena had used to violate my body—it all felt like background noise now. ​I am coming, Ava, I thought, the cold fury in my soul hardening into an unbreakable diamond. Hold on. I am coming for you

the dean said. They followed him to his office. Penelope was at her desk, and the moment they walked in, she was drawn to the vampire’s aura. The vampire never even smiled, but Ava was still as fascinated with her as she had been the first time she’d met her. But as she had done all the other times she had come here, she shook off the vampire’s effect on her and followed her dad and dean into the office. “Thank you for seeing me, Alpha Morgan,” the dean said as he sat behind his desk.

And in her right hand, catching the dim light of the streetlamp, was a long, specialized tactical knife covered in dark stains. Adrian fell completely speechless. The air left his lungs in a sharp gasp. He stared at the screen, watching Daniel's killer walk free on the digital playback. The betrayal, the deceit, the sheer calculated evil of the woman his mother had tried to force into his life left him stunned into total silence. Marcus closed the video playback and looked up at Adrian, his expression deadly serious. "I have enough here to call in a tactical team and arrest Danielle Vance and Reid within the hour. What do you want to do, Mr. Hudson?"

Aurora’s chest tightened violently. “…what plan?” Daniel’s voice lowered. “The one that didn’t include you.” Everything went silent. Aurora didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Because that— that changed everything. Again. Her voice came out in a whisper— “…explain.” Daniel didn’t rush. Didn’t soften. “Vanessa was supposed to meet Adrian that night.” Aurora’s heart stopped. Completely. Her hand dropped to her side. The phone almost slipping.

For a moment she just looked at me, and I had the distinct feeling she was choosing her words the same careful way she had chosen how to close the door. "Her name is Vanessa Kane," Elena said. "She and Daniel were together, about two years ago. Daniel thought it was love but at least it wasn't on her side. She was the kind of woman who was very good at making herself innocent and always the victim." She paused. "And very bad at being told no."

Damn him. Damn him and his ability to completely unravel her. She turned back to the phone in her hands, staring at Ava’s face on the screen. Fine. She’d let Adrian play his game. But when the time came to strike, Ava would be hers. The Meeting with Daniel The elevator doors opened to Adrian’s penthouse, and Daniel Vaughn was already waiting inside, a glass of whiskey in one hand, his phone in the other. Adrian barely glanced at him before making his way to the bar.

Why did it feel like the distance between them kept growing? She racked her brain for what she might have done wrong. Was it… that night? The night she slipped and said the wrong name? Could that be it? She had tried to explain. She’d begged for understanding. But Daven had brushed it off—like it hadn’t even mattered enough to acknowledge. So what else was she supposed to do? “You still owe me an explanation, Daven,” Vanessa said, stepping closer to where he sat. She wanted to greet her mother-in-law, but this—this—was more urgent. It couldn’t wait.

She was a bit on the curvy side, and her black suit was really fitting her well, point is, she was stunning. She showed me around the office and introduced me to almost everyone, everyone who I probably won't even remember. She talked, a lot, and I enjoyed listening to her tell me little details about herself. For example, she's afraid of dogs, not really a fan of going out, she is married and she's twenty-eight, she also works in the accounting section and says she was surprised when Daniels asked for her to show me around. Apparently, he's a dick at work. "He sounds like a dick," I commented as we rode the elevator back up to Mr Daniels floor. Kira burst out into giggles and covered her mo

Ava instantly pushed Dane's chest lightly to move him away a little. She glanced at Bruno and Griffin, nodding her head to greet them. Then she turned to her best friends. "Dane." She stepped back and held both of her friends and said, "She is Abigail, and she is Debra. They are my best friends." Dane's eyes shifted to them and he gave them a nod. “It's Alpha Dane. You both look familiar. Have we ever met before?” Bruno moved to Dane's ear and said in a low voice, "We saw them during the pack meeting."