My Dark Vanessa Novels & Stories

"When." At the same time as Andros said, Queen Meralda's body suddenly gave off a light. All vampires were very surprised to see this incident. But If you still stare blankly at the bodies of Naomi and Laska. Times like this, when you can't even cry anymore tears. he had done it earlier. But, now if you really can't do it. Likewise with the King of Darkos, the one vampire king was just watching. From that light emitted a shadow which slowly took the form of… Queen Mitra.

DARK SIXTY ONE: OFFICE HEAT Third person's POV: "You didn't tell me you've been sneaking inside of my office, huh?" Asked Luca, his warm breath teasingly brushing on the latter's exposed neck. Luca could feel the smaller tensing on his hold, as he grinded his bulging cock up while pushing Blake's hip down, meeting his hard shaft. He didn't fail to make the smaller whimper at the touch before he sucked the side of his neck, causing him to shake.

To know that whatever happened, whatever I’d done or didn’t do, she was still there. The other part of me… the darker, more frightened part… was terrified of what I’d see in her eyes. Then finally the door creaked again. And there she was. Vanessa. Her silhouette filled the doorway like a warning. She wore black slacks and a tailored blouse, sleek and sharp. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and her heels clacked against the tile like gunshots. There was no softness in her gaze. No relief. No hesitation.

The lamp room at the top was dark except for the rotating beam, and for a moment Maya thought she was alone. Then she saw her. Vanessa Cross—Ethan's ex-wife—stood by the window, her silhouette carved from shadows and old resentment. She turned slowly, and even in the darkness, Maya could see the manic glitter in her eyes. "Took you long enough," Vanessa said. "I was starting to think you'd chickened out. But then, you don't seem like the type who scares easily. Not anymore." Maya's grip tightened on the pepper spray. "What do you want, Vanessa?"

“And now, whether it is today, or tomorrow, or next week whenever…Debrassy will keep coming back until he finds out the truth for himself.” As she opens her eyes, bright and blue, with the lights of the tower shining behind her, she looks otherworldly as she tells me her deepest truth. “My name isn’t Addison Archer,” her voice is small but strong. “I am Vanessa. Vanessa Addison Vandersteele and for some reason, the Debrassy family wants me dead.”

On a desolate road, a van pierced through the darkness, its headlights casting an eerie glow on the surrounding landscape. The driver, Asmo, pulled over to the side of the road, shrouding the vehicle in the night's shadows. The engine sputtered to silence, and the headlights faded, plunging the interior into darkness. Asmo slid out of the driver's seat, his exhaustion palpable as he collapsed onto the passenger seat beside Belzebub. The air inside the van was heavy with tension, and the darkness seemed to amplify the weight of their unease.

Sherry said in concern. "Yes." Daniel answered in a flat tone. Understanding between them occurs without any long words to explain each other. # # # Daniel drove his car at the fastest possible speed on a congested road crawling like this. When Damar was ten minutes away from arriving at the villa where they were staying temporarily, The driver called again. This time his voice sounded worried. "Mr. Daniel, Miss Morana doesn't want to open the door even though earlier I heard the sound of something breaking several times from inside." Said The driver. There was quite a hint of panic in his voice.

“I could be.” “Awww,” Vanessa leaned over and hugged me. “No, you couldn’t, sweetie. Not now. Hang around me a little longer and I will teach you but you’re not ready yet, my sweet little innocent apprentice.” We walked out and Vanessa walked up to the door of this absolutely gorgeous white Camaro and opened it. I had seen it in the parking lot but never put two and two together. “Oh my God, Vanessa! This is your car!” She grinned. “Yep, hop in! It was a present from my mom and dad for my sixteenth birthday. It’s a 2018 model SS Coupe. She’s my baby and her name is Dolly.”

Amara turned instantly. And almost sighed out loud. Vanessa. Of course. Tonight was truly cursed. Vanessa walked toward them elegantly in a dark dress that probably cost more than Amara’s rent. Amara hated that too. “You clean up nicely,” Vanessa told Adrian. “He always looks like this unfortunately,” Amara replied before thinking. Vanessa blinked once. Then laughed softly. Adrian looked suspiciously amused again. “You two are getting more convincing,” Vanessa observed carefully. Amara smiled sweetly.

Not tonight. Every move tonight had been deliberate. Tanya’s threats, the mayor’s feigned applause, Carl’s absence that felt louder than any presence. And then Vanessa appeared , like a storm slipping in through a side door. They just wouldn’t leave me alone, would they? She wore navy this time, not ivory. As if she was already mourning something she wasn’t ready to name. Her heels were silent on the marble, but I felt her presence before I saw her. “You always find the darkest corners, don’t you?” she said, folding her arms. “ Always like you’re trying to hide, but don’t want to be invisible.”