Books Like My Dark Vanessa Novels & Stories

The door slammed shut with metallic finality, muffling the distant music to a faint, mocking throb. Pain radiated through my hands and knees, but the real wound was the humiliation—burning, searing. Laughter drifted from the deeper shadows near the dumpsters. Vanessa emerged slowly, cigarette glowing between her manicured fingers, the tip flaring orange as she inhaled. She was dressed in sleek black that blended seamlessly with the night, her expression a perfect blend of amusement and cold contempt. “Rough night,” she said smoothly, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curled in the chill air.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "THE HOT NEW DRIVER" "Vanessa's POV" My name is Vanessa, and if there was one thing I hated, it was being treated like a child. I was twenty-three years old, with my own money, my own car (most of the time), and a body that turned heads everywhere I went.

“Look, I get that I have not exactly been the best guide to all things LuxeMount, but if I were you, I would not even bother with that.” That caught Lydia’s attention. “Why not?” Vanessa looked around, lowering her voice like she was about to share something forbidden. “Because nobody talks about it.” Lydia furrowed her brows. “What do you mean? If it is such a big deal, shouldn’t there be books or—” “Not everything is in books, Lydia.” Vanessa’s voice was uncharacteristically serious. “Some things are kept secret for a reason.” Lydia was not convinced. “So it is real?”

If I tell her not to jump off a cliff, she'd do it just to piss me off, knowing I'll be right behind her, chasing her, catching her, unable to resist, and always questioning my morals. Vanessa isn't just dangerous; she's lethal, my own sweet demise. There are other far more dangerous alphas wanting to take me down, but none of them could. Yet Vanessa, out of the blue, wants to make me bend my principles. It has to stop. I entered my room, hoping not to find her there, but she was curled up on the bed, reading my book with interest. I narrowed my eyes, waiting for her to turn and acknowledge me, but she didn’t. She wasn't wearing the dress I told her to keep on. Of course, she wouldn't follow

Getting hold of Gabriella’s wrist which she had cut with the legendary knife, she dug into the spot with her sharp nails and Gabriella's screams filled the room. Meanwhile, Amera had nothing but thrill in her voice as she laughed. Gabriella’s scream grew in volume and its intensity rippled across the room breaking the little things left and even the force trapping her into place. Breaking the force, Gabriella fell to the ground and Amera fell butt flat on the floor with a gasp. “What the hell have you become?” Shannon asked in confusion. “I should be asking you that” Gabriella uttered in the company of an electrifying voice. Her eyes have gone completely dark and seems her dark side has take

No, these steps were deliberate, getting closer with every click. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately groaned internally. Vanessa. And her crew. Vanessa always looked like she’d just stepped off a magazine cover, even when she was just walking down the street to terrorize people. Today, it was a sleek black crop top with some faint shimmer, paired with leather pants that looked like they had been sewn directly onto her body. Her heeled boots clicked as she walked, her dark hair flowing behind her like she was some kind of movie villain.

Caitlin walked to it and held out her hands, relishing in its heat. Caitlin looked around, surveying the cozy room. It was dimly lit by candle sconces and bedecked with rugs and cozy, antique sitting chairs. What caught her eye most, though, were the bookcases: she saw at a glance that there was an abundance of riches in this small room. She was astonished. It was a treasure trove of ancient, rare volumes. She felt as if she’d stepped back in time, to a lost world. “I’m looking for a very rare volume,” Caitlin said. “I’m not even certain it exists. Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres. I am looking for the other half of a missing page.”

"Adrian, wait—" "Quiet," I commanded. We reached the primary suite. The door was closed, exactly as we had left it. I signaled for Benita to stay behind me. I turned the handle and pushed the door open. Vanessa was standing by my nightstand, her back to us. She was holding a small, black notebook—Benita’s personal journal. She was flipping through the pages with a smug grin on her face. "Find anything interesting, Vanessa?" I asked, my voice dropping to a low, lethal growl.

~This is a two part book. This is Eve's story.~ I was just getting back from my last class of the semester and I wandered into my apartment to look for something to eat. It was after 9 at night and my roommate Violet was out with her boyfriend. I saw a huge pile of mail on the counter and began to pick through it while I waited on my frozen dinner in the microwave.

These were dark people. Sasha was very excited. “Did you enjoy it? How is he? He is so hot! It was like everyone in the room was only watching the two of you. That Dana, she was so jealous. I could see it on her face.” Sasha laughed excitedly as she threw a flurry of questions at Amelia. If this worked out, she would forget Daniel. He wasn’t even worth her. The party was a nice change for her. In her mind she was already sailing Amelia and Vargauz’s ship. If only she stayed a little longer, he might have ended up asking her out on a date. Her inner demon did a cartwheel.