My Dark Vanessa Novels & Stories

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.

“Fucking order me to leave your bedroom now. You won’t get this chance again.” I realized I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him here, to continue what we were doing in the Limo…. But I was so scared of the reality as well. I was caught at the crossroads, and I had no idea what to do. Then he let out a dark smile that sent a jolt through my womb. “Your chance is gone. Now, Vanessa, let me show you all the wrong, depraved and carnal things I can really do to you.”

“Here.” The timestamp reads 3:17 AM. A woman enters the frame, tall, dark hair, wearing sunglasses despite being indoors and a wide-brimmed hat that hides most of her face. She's dressed in expensive black clothes, moving with lethal grace. Even with the disguise, I'd recognize that posture anywhere. "Melvanie Darkmoor," I breathe. We watch as she approaches Vanessa's drawer. Mike in the video checks her paperwork, nods, and opens the refrigerated unit. Melvanie spends several minutes bent over the body, partially blocking the camera's view.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When all your thoughts are dark and insecure I’ll build you a light * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That devil of a woman. Nghh. She used the lyrics to call me “dark” and “insecure” ! Fancy having the cheek to publicly call me those things. She is so dead after this. Ryder’s notes tuned perfectly with the music and he sang towards Vanessa with pure adoration in his eyes: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I turn around and give Lucas a thight hug and once again thank him for rescueing me earlier. "Nice meeting you, Amanda." I manage to say as Amy links our arms together. "Likewise." She replies, giving me a smile once more. I could see in her eyes she was enjoying all of this as much as Satan would. She's bitch, she belongs in that burning pit. That's just the jealousy talking, Bella. You are not that type of a girl. Keep it together. "Jesus that was awkward." Amy slurs drunkily as we drive our way home, thank God I didn't drink anything. Seeing as we forgot to make someone the designated driver.

And lastly, trust after it's lost. Malakas na buntong hininga ang pinakawalan ko bago kinuha ang cellphone ko na nasa bulsa ko ng tumunog 'yon. Sinagot ko 'yon habang naglalakad. "L, may magaganap na auction mamayang gabi at pupunta dun ang Viscount." wika nito. Lumiko muna ako patungo sa kwarto ko bago sumagot. "Good, ready me a gown." nakangising kong aniya.

The television was on in Marcus's study. He hadn't turned it on. He'd been sitting in the dark for hours, the photograph of Chloe clutched in his hand, when the sound of a familiar voice pulled him back to the present. He looked up at the screen, and his blood turned to ice. Vanessa was on every major network. She sat on a cream-colored sofa in a studio that had been designed to look warm and inviting. Her dress was soft pink, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup subtle but deliberate. She looked like the girl next door. The victim. The wronged woman standing by her man.

"Love the black dress." Vanessa looks gorgeous too. She's wearing a black coat and a red dress and some silver heels. From the shiny hair and tonnes of makeup, she must've been on a date. But this overdose ruined that date, leaving her cheeks with dried mascara. "Let's sit." She says. Damien takes my hand as we follow Vanessa to the empty lounge in the waiting area. He sits between us, his hand still in mine. He's holding me so tight. Despite being calm, I know that he's anxious and scared.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When all your thoughts are dark and insecure I’ll build you a light * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * That devil of a woman. Nghh. She used the lyrics to call me “dark” and “insecure” ! Fancy having the cheek to publicly call me those things. She is so dead after this. Ryder’s notes tuned perfectly with the music and he sang towards Vanessa with pure adoration in his eyes: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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.