Never Too Far Vanessa K Novels & Stories

"Hey, Vans, why do you look unhappy?" Nick asked me. "Ah, it's nothing," I replied, suppressing a sigh. I was currently inside a passenger cart being pulled by two horses. It was a truly terrible mode of transportation for me. This horse-drawn carriage had extremely poor suspension, causing it to jolt even from small potholes or uneven patches of ground. If I had known my journey would be like this, I might have brought a cushion to protect my rear.

I hope you are too Vanessa. -THE END-

Draven’s voice was low, smooth, but the underlying tension was undeniable. Kael glanced at Vanessa, then stood up. "I’ll leave you two to talk." Vanessa didn’t move as Kael exited, his heavy footsteps fading down the corridor. Draven’s gaze remained fixed on her, as though he could see straight through to her soul. "Are you all right?" he asked, his voice softening. Vanessa swallowed the lump in her throat. "I should be asking you that." He stepped closer, the heat from his body radiating through the air. She didn’t back away. Instead, she met his gaze, feeling that strange, undeniable pull between them.

Thirty. Kira was thirty today. And her family had done all of this. For her. Vanessa threw her phone onto the passenger seat and started driving again. Fast. Too fast. She didn’t even know where she was going until she found herself heading toward the coast. Toward the water. The letters in the sky were still faintly visible, pointing the way like a beacon. Vanessa followed them. Twenty minutes later, she pulled up to a private dock. There were other cars parked nearby. People standing around, talking, pointing at the sky.

"Vanessa, we should be at the airport in about twenty minutes. Everything’s set with the tickets and the rental car." Vanessa nodded, her expression unreadable. "Thank you, Lily." Diego, his hands gripping the steering wheel, glanced in the rearview mirror. "You sure about this, boss?" he asked, his deep voice steady. Vanessa met his gaze through the mirror. "Yes," she said firmly. "I need to know they’re far away from here. It’s the only way I can focus." The van grew quiet again, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken concerns. Vanessa reached for Ethan and Emma’s hands, squeezing them lightly. Their small fingers wrapped around hers, grounding her.

"You really don't know about romance." "Should I bother to know about romance when I'm busy fleeing to another country? It's not my fault to be innocent like a baby."Zenah said making Vanessa sigh. "I'll tell you all about I know in romance later."Vanessa said while smirking before she went to where the staff where to help packing the items. Zenah look at Yvrozz direction as well as the man who was holding the iPad, she mouthed at him to come near her when her job done.

“Well, this is adorable.” The voice was smooth. Cold. And very familiar. Lila’s stomach dropped instantly. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. Vanessa Hart. The queen of Northbridge University. Slowly, Lila looked up. Vanessa stood a few feet away under the glow of the streetlights, looking as flawless as always. Her long blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her fitted black jacket hugged her figure like it had been designed specifically for her.

Nonye was nowhere to be seen probably the only one disciplined enough to find a real bed. Stan wasn’t here. The realization was relief first, then dread. Because Stan always came back. Vanessa padded quietly toward the kitchen. The tiles were cool against her bare feet. She needed water, something to ground her. The villa fridge hummed as she opened it, the light spilling over leftover suya, bottles of soda, and one nearly-empty pack of Malta Guinness. She reached for water. The glass was cold in her hand, condensation slicking her palm. “Couldn’t sleep?”

** Vanessa’s Next Move** Vanessa sat in her sleek penthouse office, her fingers drumming on the polished desk. She stared at the photograph in front of her—a candid shot of Michael and Clara from their balcony dinner the night before. “They think they’ve won,” she murmured to herself, a sinister smile spreading across her lips. Her assistant entered, carrying a folder and a sense of unease. “Ms. Reeves, the investigator found something.” Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as she grabbed the folder and flipped it open. Inside were documents detailing Clara’s past—old secrets she thought had been buried forever.

"Loving my alone time is not the same as being 'Nerdy', Tess." She rolled her eyes, waving me off like I was being ridiculous. “That’s the only reason I found him cute in the first place. But other than that... meh,” she said, throwing an arm around my shoulder like we were in some buddy cop movie. “Now, want me to drive you home?” I groaned. “I told you, no.” “Come on, Cam. Let me make your life easier.” “Nope.” She sighed dramatically. As we turned the corner, my stomach dropped. Vanessa and her crew were standing near the lockers, their perfectly coordinated outfits and judgmental stares on full display.