My Dark Vanessa Summary Novels & Stories

I mimicked the cop. "Sir there's nothing, no footprints to even show she returned back to the creek. It's like she vanished into thin air". "Oh God!" I breathed. "I'm sorry sir. We've done the best we can but no positive result. If we do get any clues, we'll keep you updated. Do same for us and have a good day". "Have a good day". I spoke with great difficulty. I was pained. Did I push Vanessa too far? I only asked her to marry Spencer cause I wanted her to be protected. I had been having terrible nightmares of dragons and vampires and wolves and people dying. Hell! All those things didn't exist right?

“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.”

Damon says, shaking his head. “Alright, that’s it for today,” Vanessa announces, crossing her arms. “I gotta get home. My dad’s still mad, but hey, I’m just happy to be free from that bastard Ethan.” I smirk. “Bet he’s crying his pathetic little eyes out.” “Oh, he is,” Vanessa says, laughing. “His abusive ass thought he could control Aria. Guess not!” She waves us off and struts away like a queen. Damon watches her go smirking, “She’s not so bad.”

The moment he killed my mother, taking from me the one and only person who ever mattered, I’ve been plotting his downfall. It wasn’t until Lilian Vance’s funeral that I knew exactly how I was going to get my revenge. Vance fell off the wagon after his wife’s death, his gambling problem multiplying into the millions. He thought he had time to pay his debts, he was comfortable and being comfortable left you vulnerable. He didn’t have shit now—nothing but her. Now, I finally have her, my prize. My Serena. A dark raven-haired beauty that would soon become my wife. As if she can hear me thinking her name, she shoves at my arm, her nails sinking into the flesh as she struggles to get away from me.

This was exactly what he had tried to avoid. Ava wasn’t supposed to get dragged into this world. She was supposed to stay protected inside the walls of the mansion while he dismantled the Consortium piece by piece. But Ava Vale clearly had other plans. “Did anyone else notice?” Dominic asked. Victor’s expression turned serious. “Possibly.” Dominic’s entire body went still. “Explain.” Victor tapped the screen. “Vanessa met someone.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “A man?” Victor nodded. “A black sedan arrived about ten minutes after Vanessa. The man stepped out briefly. Ava got too close trying to listen.”

“What’s the matter? You look upset.” Vanessa’s lip trembled before she spoke, anger bubbling under every word. “That bitch humiliated me!” Mr. Reed’s brows drew together. “Who?” “Lena! Who else?” she snapped. Her father leaned back in his chair. “What happened?” Vanessa paced the floor, trying to find the words. “First, she stole Darius from me,” she began bitterly. “You remember how close Darius and I used to be. Everyone thought we’d end up together. But no she showed up, and suddenly he can’t see anyone else.”

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.

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f

Then he said softly, “Rafael can only hide behind her for so long. When she stops being useful, he’ll cut her loose. He’ll pin everything on her and disappear.” “And she’ll run to us,” I said. “Or come for us.” He turned toward me, his hand brushing my hair from my face. “She won’t get near you. Or Micah. Or Zaya. Or Lucian.” I believed him. I had to. But the walls felt too thin when you knew what your enemy could do. The next day dawned clear for the first time in weeks. No rain. Just cold sun across the garden. Vanessa was gone by six — off to meet the Financial Crimes Unit, hand-deliver files, push the last domino.

Damian’s hand finds mine instantly, grounding me. “Whatever this is,” he says quietly, “end it now.” Her eyes gleam. “You think I came here to cause trouble?” “That’s usually your reason for showing up anywhere.” Gasps ripple through the nearest tables. Vanessa laughs were high, brittle. “You always were good with words, Damian. Shame you couldn’t use them to keep me.” He doesn’t react, which only makes her push harder. Vanessa steps closer, lowering her voice but not enough to be private. “Do you really think she’s going to last? You think this little redemption arc will make the world forget who she is?”