Jeanne Vnc Novels & Stories

It felt real. “You grew up " the voice whispered. "I watched you through the cameras. I saw you become a doctor. I was so proud of you.” Junes eyes filled with tears. She pressed her forehead against the glass. "Dad I am so sorry. I did not know you were here." “There is no time June. Vane is not a robot. She is a messenger. Long as she is in this room the bad people can see everything I am doing.” June looked down at the floor. Vane had stopped fighting. She was lying still. Her red eyes were flashing a secret signal to the ships above.

A large black snake slithered up to her, but Cassandra wasn’t afraid. We finally meet face to face, child. Centuries of planning and dining on dead things has led us to the end. The snake’s tongue flickered in time with the words that appeared in Jeannine’s head. “My name is Jeannine,” she said. Her mouth never moved either. That hasn’t been your name in a long time, child. Since your mother tried to ruin my plans. Papa Nightmare kept her alive for me to explain the error of her ways to her. As did you.

He looked at Doctor Vance, then his eyes slid slowly down to where I sat crushed under Perla’s arms. "Explain," my father said. Doctor Vance straightened his shoulders, pulling at his cuffs as if he could hide the red cut on his palm. He looked at my father, trying to force his voice back into that grand, important tone he always used. "Giovanni, the girl was completely out of control today," Doctor Vance said, "She was actively resisting the neural stimulation. She was thrashing, kicking the equipment, and refusing to follow simple visual commands to clear her brain pathways. I was implementing a deep-tissue nerve correction under the nail—a perfectly standard procedure to force her brain t

As we drove away I looked back and saw the Vane-Mac building getting smaller it was like a glass and steel monument to what Hannah Vane achieved. "Where to Ms. Vane?" Marcus asked. "The Foundry " I said, Hannah Vane. ". Take the way I want to see the city lights." I leaned back in my seat my phone rang again it was another message from the Little Star Foundation. The director, Elena sent me a note *“The first person arrived an hour ago ”* it said. *“She asked who did this I told her a woman who knows what it is like to start over she cried, Hannah Vane thank you.”*

"Vane-Global isn't a bank! We don't keep cash in the vault! The entire value of this company is tied to the stability of the 'Sovereign' template! If the child inside #3 completes her delivery cycle under the current 'Grit' frequency, the template becomes public domain. The patents will dissolve! The software will become open-source! You won't free the Mainland—you'll just bankrupt the only infrastructure that keeps this country from sliding into total systemic collapse!" The final twist didn't come from the ledger or the servers. It came from the binder in her hand. She slid it open, revealing a real-world medical scan—not of my body, but of the Real Zora Vane, the original donor who was cu

Vivienne didn't know why she was being asked but she still nodded in agreement, "You are absolutely right. To live a little, you need to embrace the fleeting moments." The carefree lady named Jeanine had an appreciative smile dotting on her lips when she heard that. "You didn't tell me your name." "I'm Vivienne. Vivienne Pearl," answered Vivienne. "Hello, Vivienne. I'm Jeanine Sullivan. It's nice to meet you," Jeanine extended her hand towards Vivienne who momentarily froze when she heard her name. It seemed she met Noah's mom which made her feel ashamed to face this woman right now, especially in her disheveled appearance. This was not the impression she wanted to leave on her.

Wayne's shoulders sagged. His voice cracked. “We came here with Commander Harris. We’re part of the JANEERAD Foundation.” Thane shot him a fierce look. “It stands for Jane and Eradication of Werewolves,” he added hastily under Thane's steady gaze. “And who runs this... foundation?” Thane asked, raising a brow. “Justine,” Wayne said. His lips were quivering now. “Justine Anderson.” “Is he some sort of military man?” Roan interjected suddenly, making Wayne jump in fright.

Third person p.o.v. “ Has she been fed today?” The tall almost albino man asked from outside the room as he handed a file in his hand over to a lady they referred to as Jeanie. She was like the crew’s magician; Jeanie could make any traces of evidence whatsoever disappear, from a piece of paper to an entire shipwreck and to add she only needed a matter of seconds to get it done. Jeanie was found by Matthias seventeen years ago. She was a street rat as described by Soldo, learned how to hustle and survive from the age of six.

Only then could I take out the one who had planted them… *** “Mr. Ravenford, Jeanette Duncan is here to see you,” Joanne's sweet, sarcasm-dripping voice sounded through the intercom. These were the new rules I commissioned, one Jeanette surely didn't appreciate. “Let her in,” I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

A few minutes later, Vanessa returns and hands her a sleek red suit top. "Here. I think it should fit," she offers, stepping back to give her privacy. But just before Vanessa can leave, Jennie suddenly grabs her wrist, holding on tightly. Vanessa looks at her in confusion. "What's wrong?" she asks softly. But Jennie doesn't answer. Her eyes are fixed-haunted-on Vanessa's arm. Vanessa follows her gaze... and realizes Jennie is staring at her tattoo. It's small and simple: the initials "V.N.", with a tiny dot at the end. Her mind flashes back to the day she got it-soon after she and Nisan started dating.