Jeanne Vnc Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Vane walked over to his desk and tapped a button on the holographic interface. A high-resolution medical file expanded in the air between us. It displayed genetic charts, brain activity scans, and infant growth records. At the top of the file, printed in clear red text, was a name: *Maya Vane.*

Could he really--- Veronica opened her eyes as she felt two essences in front of her, one of which belonging to the same man she was just thinking about. "Oooh. Excellent tracking skills, guys. I wasn't expecting you until morning." Veronica commented as LJ and Haneul crossed the orgasmic circle of humans that she was siphoning essence from. LJ's eyes bulged at the sight while Haneul looked like all patience had left his body as he glared at Veronica.

"Is this live or recorded?" "Live. Our contacts were able to hack quite a few cameras in the back streets," Vince tells me as he types away at another computer. "They think today may be the day she meets with the Cartel." "Keep me updated," I tell him. "I need to check on Jenna. Mom said Jenna is being stubborn again." "What a brat," Vince rolls his eyes at our younger sister.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

“Maybe. But if I don’t go, I’ll never know what I am. I’ll never stop Lorne. And I’ll never be free.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You really want to do this?” “Yes.” He grinned. “Then let’s make it messy.” --- Elsewhere… Vincent was already two steps ahead. Sitting in a diner that hadn’t changed since the '80s, he slid a USB across the table to an older woman with sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones. Cassie Crane. Ex-agent. Rogue wolf. And hacker extraordinaire. “You sure you want back in?” he asked.

As Sean regained his senses, he turned to look at the closed door of the operating theater, feeling a sudden pang of pity. "Her biological parents died in a brutal accident, and she witnessed the entire incident while teetering on the brink of death," Cedric explained. "Anyone would understandably break down under such circumstances. Jeanna doesn't have mental issues. The incident simply became a dreadful memory for her. Later, she went abroad, and when I married Sophie, she actually came back once."

"I can't block it! It’s coming from inside the ship’s own kernel!" ​The main screen flickered, the Vane Foundation logo appearing for a split second before it was slashed through by a jagged, black line. A video feed snapped into clarity. ​It wasn't a mercenary or a ghost from the Board of Directors. It was a girl. She looked no older than fourteen, sitting in a high-tech command chair that was a mirror image of the one Julian kept in the New York Sanctuary. She had the signature silver eyes—the Vane mark—but they weren't curious or guarded. They were cold, reflecting a sharp, clinical intelligence that felt like a blade against the skin.

Jessica said. “So it doesn’t matter that Janelle doesn’t like me?” I said. It still felt weird to me. “Yeah it doesn’t.” Jessica said. “I have something else to tell you.” I said to her and her eyebrows darted up in anticipation . “What’s that?” she asked. I sighed and leaned against the wardrobe. “Alpha Vane came in here through my window.” I said to her in a low tone not wanting to risk Grandma hearing what I was saying. Jessica gasped her face beaming in excitement.