My Dark Vanessa Summary Novels & Stories

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.

But all of that changed when Alexis entered the picture. Vanessa clenched her clench hands, her knuckles white against the scenery of her profound brown skin. Alexis had stolen Haven. No—she had enticed him, attracted him away, demolished everything. It wasn’t reasonable. Vanessa paced back and forward in her little, faintly lit flat, her bare feet making delicate crashes against the wooden floor. The sharpness chewed at her.

My cheeks burned as I chuckled, melting into him. “No?” His voice darkened. “You’re telling me no?” He gave my ass a sharp smack, pulling me closer. I giggled, almost laughing. My hands pressed against his chest as his fingers teased me further. “What are you two doing?” The voice cracked through the haze like a whip. I jerked, but the fridge behind me held me back. My heart was hammering as I turned toward the doorway. Standing there was a tall brunette with a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes, Vanessa West.

For a long, stunned moment, no one spoke. Across the glass, Isla felt her lungs seize. She remembered that day … the scream of tires, the truck’s sudden swerve, the shock of seeing Damien pull a young intern out of the way. That noise, that chaos, had saved his life. And now it fits. It fit perfectly. Vanessa’s voice broke softly. “I know what I’ve done in the past. I’ve made enemies. I’ve been cruel. But I never wanted him dead. I just wanted it all to stop. I wanted peace.”

"I thought perhaps he had gone on another vacation with Vanessa but it's been a week now and not a call from neither of them, I think he left us. Left me" For all it was worth, Elizabeth was a very shitty person that I wanted to stay very far away from. She had caused the drift between Vanessa and I from the beginning and then brought us back together for her own selfish gains, she had made it seem like she wasn't doing it for her gains though. Dangled Victor in front of Vanessa like he was a piece of toy because he knew she would do anything for him. "I'm scared Anthony," She admitted at the end. Vanessa must have taken Victor with her so she wouldn't be lonely. Her sister had gotten into c

By the way, Vanessa looked at him, like she wanted to burn him alive, he had a feeling that it would not take long before that happened again. The rest of the evening went by without anything major happening apart from tons of drunk Russians passing out. Vlad seemed pleased by their appearance and left them alone after their little rendezvous in the dark corner. In the car back to the plane, he had his arms around Vanessa and she played along but her body was not relaxed. She felt like a bomb that was ready to explode any minute. He could not help but smile because somehow he found her adorable when she was angry.

--- During lunch, I quietly observed her. --- She barely touched her food. Checked her phone repeatedly. And glanced around as if expecting someone. --- Interesting. --- Very interesting. --- Then she suddenly stood. --- And left. --- Without hesitation, I followed. --- Carefully. --- Discreetly. --- Vanessa eventually reached a quiet section of campus near the athletic field. --- Then she stopped. --- A few moments later, another person arrived. --- A man. --- Young. Professional. Expensive suit. --- Not Victor Kane.

Just trees and snow and a winding road that leads nowhere. Mason stops the car in a clearing. The SUV stops behind us. "Doors locked?" I ask. "Locked." "Windows up?" "Up." "Now what?" The driver's door of the SUV opens. Vanessa steps out. Black jeans. Black jacket. Black boots. She looks nothing like the perfect fiancée from last night. "Get out of the car, Ethan." He doesn't move. "I said get out." "Make me." Vanessa pulls a gun from her jacket.

"She's nothing but a baby machine." I sat there, completely still, watching until the video ended. When the screen went dark, I saved it calmly. Then I transferred another payment to the account from the fake-death company, as if settling a debt I couldn't put into words. Even after the video ended, I found myself staring at the screen. The aurora's surreal colors were frozen in place, impossible to look away from. On the day Callum proposed, he embraced me and vowed, "One day, I'll take you to Veyra Falls to see the northern lights. You've always dreamed of going, right?"

Almost like she sees everything about me; the not so bad, the horrible and the downright ugly. I continue to stare into her as I introduce myself, “Anderson Jeremy, you?” She answers softly, “Vanessa Davis.” We talk a bit more about the painting and I come to find out Vanessa is in fact the artist. I would have never expected that. She’s dressed like a socialite and somehow managed to steal my attention from everyone and everything. My phone alarm went off a long time ago yet I’m still intrigued by this woman. I end up spending the rest of the night with her till she says, “well Anderson, it’s been a very pleasurable evening. I didn’t expect it to go this way. Thank you.”