My Dark Vanessa Novels & Stories

No one met my eyes, no one dared to say a word, not even my father. Vanessa waited in the shadowed archway leading back to the hall. She wore black leather laced tight, hair pulled high, lips painted crimson. She fell into step beside me without invitation. “You’re making them fear you,” she murmured. “That’s good. Fear keeps them loyal.” I grunted. “Fear keeps them quiet. I need them talking.” She slid her hand up my arm. Nails grazed skin. “Then make them scream louder.” Inside the hall I kicked the doors shut as the bang echoed. I crossed to the map table, shoved aside empty flagons, and traced Blackthorn Peak with a blood-streaked finger.

14 ~~~~ She was meant to push him away, supposed to scream at him, or tell him how much she hated him, but Vanilla knew, no matter how long her hatred ran, Darkness needed her, at least for now. Which meant she was safer in his hand. Her eyes searched his, only to find nothing but Darkness, she licked her lips and gulped. “Save us.” She pleaded, remembering the girls still left in the truck. “I only want you.” He responded.

VANESSA’S POV Freedom didn’t feel like air. It felt like smoke — thick, dark, and dangerous. I have just been lazing around my condo, having bubble baths and champagne, I looked out my window. A black car was waiting outside. Sleek. Expensive. Familiar. When the window rolled down and I saw Don Enzo, my heart skipped — not from fear, but from the thrill of the game returning. “Get in, Vanessa,” he said, his voice a velvet blade.

As if the day couldn’t get worse. Vanessa’s eyes flicked up, a smirk already curling on her face like she knew something I didn’t. “Oh look,” she said loudly, “the pet’s out of her kennel.” Daniel barely looked up from his phone. Typical. I turned to leave—nope, not in the mood—but Vanessa’s voice pulled me back. “You ran into Elena, didn’t you?” she called. I froze. “She’s… how do I put it…” Vanessa’s voice turned sugary sweet, “an absolute crazy bitch. And don’t let the beauty fool you, darling. She bites harder than she smiles.”

B demanded. “Fuck this.” Vanessa muttered before rolling out from her hiding place and fired at the other two men that stood at Mr.B’s back. Mr.B dodged against the front desk from getting hit by her gun, before Draco came out of his hiding place to attack Vanessa. They went first to fist, but as usual, Draco was never a match for Vanessa. Even though it took relentless training to be the second best, there's still a reason why she's first. Why she is Pandora.

She screamed, pushing him off with trembling hands. Footsteps echoed. From the corner of the room stepped a woman. Jeans. Black gloves. Dark braid down her back. No hesitation in her eyes. Neva. "Wha–who are you?!" Vanessa gasped, staggering back, hands shaking. Neva didn’t blink. "This is your last warning." Vanessa stared in horror. "Get involved in Mr. Black’s business again... and you’ll be in pieces before your father even gets to bury you," Neva said, her voice like ice.

The man yelled and slammed his hand on the table. " Rex cool down, we will strike when the time is right, we need lots of preparation you know old soldier never dies, we need to have a solid plan for the mission " Vanessa said and stood up form her seat. She pulled off her fur jacket and her sexy body was showing. She was putting on a Transparent black gown with no undies, shark could clearly see everything and he swallow a Invisible lump. No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships.

Daniel started, but she ended the call, her focus narrowing on the glass doors ahead. As Tasha approached the sleek black car, her heart pounded with dread and fury. Vanessa stood beside the car, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of smugness and menace. “Vanessa,” Tasha hissed, her voice low and sharp. “What do you think you’re doing?” Vanessa smirked, stepping closer. “Stay out of Daniel’s life,” she said coldly, her voice dripping with malice. “If I can’t have him, no one else will.”

, Kaylee said as boldly and coherent as she could Vanessa came out or rather walked proudly out of her hiding place and Kaylee nodded her head in confirmation. She should have known it was Vanessa. Who else would stand in a dark corner like a devil if it wasn't the devil herself? "What do you want from me, Vanessa?", Kaylee asked with a cold stare "You should keep Anna around, she seems like a good friend. Well, at least when she has not stabbed you in the back yet", Vanessa said with a fake smile "Answer my question Vanessa, I have no time to waste", Kaylee pressed on

My stomach tightened instinctively. Vanessa appeared in the archway, white wine glass in hand, blonde hair swept into an immaculate chignon, lips painted that blood-red shade she wore when she wanted to draw blood without lifting a finger. Her pale blue eyes—cold, calculating—swept over us slowly, lingering on our linked hands, on the way I was drowning in Dante’s hoodie like it was a claim staked in fabric, on the faint flush that still stained my cheeks and the barely concealed marks peeking above the collar line.