My Dark Vanessa Novels & Stories

Slipped into a tight black dress, loaded her weapon, and stared at her reflection. —This time, Dino. You’re going to understand what you lost. And then, you’ll beg to die. Vanessa walked out of the apartment without looking back. —When a woman loses everything… she’s no longer afraid to burn it all down. I’m going to make you burn in hell, Dino Ferraro, —she threatened, closing the door like someone signing a will.

"You're not his possession, he might own you but now am your master he snarled. "No please you can't force me for heaven's sake'' I screamed as he unbuckled his belt, he was hard and ready to devour me he dragged me closer to himself. He raise my cheeks with force as he kissed me forcefully I was repulsed by his touch, I can't let this man take advantage of me I only belong to Damon. He pushed me to the bed as he unclouded himself. Finally, I needed to do something before this man hurt me badly.. The vase beside the lampshade I need to get my hands on if I wanna survive his brutality.

“You always say that.” “Because it’s always true.” We move through the crowd together giving polite smiles, shallow conversations, the rhythm of business wrapped in champagne. For once, the whispers that follow us don’t sound cruel. Until her voice cuts through the air. “Well, isn’t this domestic bliss at its finest?” I freeze. Damian turns before I do. Vanessa stands a few feet away, dressed in red, the kind of red that means war. Her hair gleams under the chandelier, smile sharp enough to cut glass.

Every drop of blood drained from my body. Vanessa.

As the plane doors opened, warm air and the scent of the sea blended with the hum of the city, welcoming them back. “Wow, Yaya Beth! I haven’t been here in so long! Everything’s changed!” Vanessa said excitedly, nearly bouncing like a child seeing a colorful fair for the first time. “Yaya, I want to go anywhere! Oh—I know! Let’s go to a big mall! I want that!” she exclaimed eagerly, eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. Back at the Villamonte mansion, Dark finally stirred from his long sleep, still holding his wife Roxane in his arms—tight and warm, full of tenderness, as though unwilling to let go of the moment’s lingering heat.

His entire body tensed, not with hatred, but something worse. History. Lysandra smiled. “Relax, Draven. I just wanted to congratulate you. You’ve finally caught yourself a healer.” Her gaze slid to Vanessa, slow and poisonous. “Pretty little thing. No wonder you’re guarding her.” Vanessa stepped forward, anger rising. “Did you kill him?” “Oh, no. Someone else got to him first. But I did leave you a message.” She tossed something onto the marble. A heart. Charred. Still smoking.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again, she knew they now shone that pale silver blue. The Collector bent down and reached a bony, rotten hand toward her. Vanessa shot a hand out and wrapped it around his putrid ankle. Ice flowed through her fingertips, cementing his foot in place. The ice spread up his leg and Vanessa saw his milky, dead eyes go wide. He tried to pull away from her, but it was too late. The ice consumed him. He released one last strangled cry and the ice overtook his face, sealing him in a shimmering blue. His frozen expression was one of absolute terror, and it gave Vanessa a momentary feeling of satisfaction. She took advantage of the spare moment to ditch her el

“Vanessa’s claims are not just misleading. They’re malicious, a calculated attempt to destroy me.” The room was silent, hanging on my words. I leaned forward, my tone hardening. “Vanessa tried to blackmail me. She demanded three million dollars to keep quiet about our brief, regrettable affair—a mistake I deeply regret. I paid her, hoping to protect my marriage, but her greed knew no bounds. She wanted more—more money, more control. When she realized I’d never leave Ella, she fabricated this story about a forced abortion.” I shook my head, my jaw tight, projecting righteous indignation. “The loss of her child was tragic, but it was caused by her own negligence, not by me or Ella. Vanessa pla

“Carissa… it’s done.” “Done?” Carissa’s voice was sharp, eager. “What do you mean, done?” “He… left,” Vanessa said. “He actually walked away.” “Good,” Carissa said, almost too calmly. “Now we accelerate. We move faster. Everything we planned—no hesitation.” Vanessa’s lips pressed together. A mix of excitement and fear danced behind her eyes. “Yes. Yes, you’re right. Everything moves now.” The city lights outside the window flickered like sparks, and Vanessa felt the rush—the thrill of a plan finally in motion. But deep inside, something whispered. Something dark.

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.