Blue Bloods Vanessa Ray Mga Nobela at Kwento

Although as vampires we were meant to blend in, Vanessa never got that memo. She stood leaning up against the door frame talking to Mum and Dad. As they moved out of the way, she sauntered in. She was wearing black leather trousers with a matching jacket and a low cut red tee tucked into her waistband. She was already tall for a woman, at least five foot eleven, but her four-inch heels made her tower over even my dad. Her raven black hair came down below her shoulders and hung loosely. By far her best feature was her ocean-blue eyes, framed by naturally long black lashes.

I need to find him. Rayne did not just secure me with a small strand of her hair, she also allowed me to drink from her blood; she made me invincible when it comes to an attack from another vampire, only black magic witches can attack me. She even gave some of her blood to the leaders of vampires and werewolves to secure them. She wanted to help in any way. I still can’t believe how she wanted to be on the battlefield. I could have never allowed that. She would be the main target of our rival. They would want to rip her into pieces.

The scent of ozone, clean linens, and leather replaced the smell of diesel and forest decay, but the air inside the room still felt tight, stretched paper-thin by the tension between us. Vanessa stumbled slightly as she cleared the threshold. I reached out instinctively, my hand hovering near her waist to catch her weight, but she caught herself on the edge of the dark wood vanity near the foyer. Her fingers dug into the lacquered wood, knuckles turning white. She was back on her feet, out of the rain, and no longer burning up with fever, but she was still running on fumes. The dark bruised shadows under her eyes looked painted on, and every step she took cost her a visible slice of her prid

“Hey, I just wanted to let you know t-that you. . .you don’t have to worry about Hailee anymore. She’s not gonna be a problem for you anymore.” “What? Tyler what are you talking about right now? You sound drunk.” “Only a little,” he slurred. He was clearly drunk and something told me this wasn’t his first drink. “Tyler what do you mean Hailee won’t be a pro—” “I love you Vanessa.” Tyler hung up the phone and I felt my body tense up, something told me that something truly bad was going to happen. / / /

Vanessa’s eyes darken as her lycan pushes forward at the action and she turns her head and glowers at Beta Boris. “I call to the stand Vanessa Jones,” Boris says loudly, and I take in a sharp breath knowing that she will do nothing but spew lies against me. Vanessa rises to her feet and keeps her head down, trying to hide the scars that mar her once beautiful skin. Vanessa sits on the stand and raises her head for the crowd to see. The crowd gasps as she reveals what her skin looks like and tears stream down her cheeks. Guilt fills my soul as I look at her tears. I know they are real, and they are because of me. If I could have just held on a little longer maybe she would be as beautifu

Aurora had a weakness now. And Vanessa planned to use it. — Inside the bedroom Aurora slowly fell asleep again. Exhaustion finally took over. But downstairs in the quiet living room… Vanessa sat alone with a glass of wine. Her phone rested on the table. After a moment she picked it up and dialed a number. A man answered. “Yes?” Vanessa’s voice was calm. “I need you to investigate someone.” “Who?” Vanessa smiled faintly. “Aurora Hale.” She paused. “I want every detail.”

Then I heard footsteps. Vanessa’s figure appeared in the doorway. She was wearing loose, pale blue scrubs that looked two sizes too big for her thin frame. Her once long hair now looked tangled and messy. She looked so haggard and old. But her eyes still burned with the same dark anger I remembered. She pointed at me the moment she saw me. “You… What are you doing here?!” I stared back at her with the exact same anger. “Do you ever feel good,” I asked slowly, “when you ruin people’s lives?”

“You always were brave. Foolish, but brave.” I slid into the chair across from her. The rain hitting harder against the windows, drowning the world in gray. “Why did you call me here?” Vanessa reached for her cup with slightly shaking hands. “Because I needed to tell you something before it’s too late. Before they erase me completely.” “They?” She leaned forward and looked quickly out the window, as if she was waiting for someone to show up there. “You think Damian was the monster in all of this, don’t you? You think he was pulling the strings. But he wasn’t.”

“You always say that.” “Because it’s always true.” We move through the crowd together giving polite smiles, shallow conversations, the rhythm of business wrapped in champagne. For once, the whispers that follow us don’t sound cruel. Until her voice cuts through the air. “Well, isn’t this domestic bliss at its finest?” I freeze. Damian turns before I do. Vanessa stands a few feet away, dressed in red, the kind of red that means war. Her hair gleams under the chandelier, smile sharp enough to cut glass.

Dune’s Pov I poured another drink and gulped it into my throat but the burn did nothing to settle me. My phone buzzed and I snapped my head to see Elias’s name on the screen. “You’re not gonna believe this,” he said, his words sharp. “Vanessa cracked.” I froze. “What’s the secret?” “Riley’s been working for her sister. Vanessa’s supposed to be the one doing the job, but Riley took it.” I turned slowly toward the window, my lips curling into a grin. “Are you serious?” I asked.