Blue Bloods Vanessa Ray Novels & Stories

She didn't need him to stand in as her backbone. Vanessa is used to being independent. After she was finally done dressing, Vanessa went downstairs to find Manuel. Fortunately for her as she stepped down from the stairs, she arrived just in time to meet him going out. "Manuel, wait!" Vanessa called out to him. Manuel instantly halted his movements immediately he heard her voice. He turned and saw Vanessa descending the staircase. He was mesmerized by her beautiful looks. Vanessa is wearing a royal blue dress, corseted waist, fitting her perfect shape while its wide three layer flair extended slightly down her knees.

Vanessa yelled as she pulled away from zayne and paced back and forth around the room, rubbing her temples to calm herself down. "How? Also what does that have to do with me being a P.I? Look Vanessa I'll need you to explain everything to me fully so I can understand, I'd be lieing if I tell you I'm not confused." Zayne insisted. While facing the door shamefully, Vanessa started, "I paid a driver a few weeks ago if not about a month ago and it didn't go as planned. It was very low-key, iw as still with William at that time but he had no idea I had a hand in it. After Catherine was admitted that was when everything started going wrong. I never even knew investigations about that were being ca

"What do you mean?" "Vanessa." She says. "She's been selling drugs to Sophia." *****

So, later that afternoon, she met with Vanessa. As always, Vanessa carried herself with perfection. Red seemed to be her favorite color. She was wearing a halter-type red dress. Paired with her blonde hair and gray eyes, she caught everyone’s attention at the hotel lobby. “Serena, you are late,” Vanessa said, smiling. She was holding a cup of coffee up to her lips. “I’m not feeling well,” Serena dryly said. “I can understand. It must be hard on you. I looked into the Hartleys, and they seem to be very nice people. I can understand why Nathan wanted to help,” Vanessa said. She motioned to Serena’s coat, asking, “Would you like the staff to take your coat?”

Everything in me went cold and then hot and then cold again. 'Her.' The woman who had sat in my apartment and smiled at me. Who'd served me tea with honey and concern in her voice. Who'd told me we were family now. The woman who'd murdered my baby. I gripped the edge of the conference table, fighting the urge to stand up, to scream, to run across the room and— 'Breathe. Just breathe.' Vanessa was dressed perfectly as always, in a navy suit, her Hair perfect and diamond earrings catching the light.

It was Vanessa. Isabella tried to speak, but her voice was barely there. Vanessa tilted her head studying her and then, she dropped the tray on the table and brought out a syringe. “You know, I actually thought you'd just die after that fall. But no, you survived, such a determined soul,” she said approaching Isabella with the syringe in her hand. Isabella’s eyes slowly widened the moment Vanessa stepped closer. Her breath caught instantly. And then, her entire body began to shake, fear rising so fast she could barely process it.

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

With a heavy sigh, I noted her thick metal glasses hung at the end of her nose as she looked down at the stapled papers in her hand. “Vanessa Thomas.” She glanced up from the paper to take me in before glancing down once more, her finger drug over the lines of student names until falling on my own. “Ah, yes,” she muttered before she turned towards one of the boxes on the floor, pulling out a yellow manila envelope and holding it out to me. “Here you go. Next!” Bedlam wasn’t known to be one of the friendliest places in the world, but I enjoyed it here.

And sitting on the floor beside her, tied to a chair, was Emily. Ray’s POV I watched Vanessa collapse to her knees, the gas taking hold of her. I had spent five years hating her, five years believing she was a murderer, only to realize the real monsters were the people who gave her life. "Vanessa, stay with me!" I grabbed a heavy metal oxygen tank from the corner of the room. With one final, desperate scream, I swung the tank at the glass. It shattered into a thousand pieces. I pulled Vanessa and our son through the jagged opening, coughing as we hit the fresh air of the hallway.

My stomach tightened instinctively. Vanessa appeared in the archway, white wine glass in hand, blonde hair swept into an immaculate chignon, lips painted that blood-red shade she wore when she wanted to draw blood without lifting a finger. Her pale blue eyes—cold, calculating—swept over us slowly, lingering on our linked hands, on the way I was drowning in Dante’s hoodie like it was a claim staked in fabric, on the faint flush that still stained my cheeks and the barely concealed marks peeking above the collar line.