Never Too Far Vanessa K Novels & Stories

Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds. Vanessa had been careful. I will give her that. She was always careful when it mattered, which was both her greatest strength and ultimately the thing that always undid her because careful people make calculated choices and calculated choices leave tracks. She did not come at me directly. Not once. That would have been too obvious and Vanessa understood optics in a way that was almost impressive.

She leaned in to kiss me and I pushed my thumb between her legs and found her clit, stroking it in time with her hip rolls. She was close and I was close. I loved how I knew so much about her body, I knew so much about Vanessa too. I thought. God what was wrong with me, at the thought of Vanessa I came hard and Elaine came right after me. I got up and took care of the condom and splashed some water on my face. I was on edge and I needed to put everything back in check, I was seeing Vanessa tomorrow for the first time in 2 years and I was on edge.

Savanah's pov- It was almost nine in the evening and we were finally and only just leaving for the party. It had took me a while to decide on what to wear but in the end I had decided on wearing a pair of dark navy blue skinny Jeans, a green long sleeved crop top and I completed the outfit with a pair of black open toe high heeled shoes. Surprisingly I felt good about my look, I tried to go light with my make-up but that just caused drama with how much of a struggle it had been to hide and cover up the bruise that was still throbbing on my cheek bone but with the help of Lauren and a YouTube video we finally managed to make it work. The decision to wear long sleeves was one solely in order t

"Not even close. Put on some jeans. We're going on a trip." "A trip?" "Yes." She grins. "Just you and me." **** Vanessa is the driver. We're both wearing simple jeans and black t-shirts. I used to think it's cringe when couples wore matching outfit but now I find it kinda cute. It was Vanessa's idea to do it. I wonder what she's upto... We've been on the road for two hours now. Every time I ask her if we're getting closer, she just nods and tells me to be patient.

LADY BIANCA The cold morning air has a way of making me feel so good as I stood by the window, staring down at the courtyard. The sky was dull with clouds, mourning as if it, too, knew things were shifting inside this house. I watched as Tristan and that girl, Vanessa , stepped out of his office , side by side, heads low in quiet conversation. He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. The kind of gesture no man makes unless he’s already surrendered his heart.

The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface. A staff member's voice echoed from beyond the door, asking, "Are you alright, miss?" I looked down at my hands. The wounds on my wrists were still there, but they were swiftly fading away before my very eyes. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Tiffany. "I just had a very long dream, Clara. I dreamed that we were at karaoke, and then I disappeared…" "I had the same dream!" Rosalie exclaimed in her own message. "I also dreamed about that bastard, Seth. How repulsive!"

Vanessa's dark eyes, calm face, and lips curled into a mean smile lit by studio lights filled the screen. My stomach dropped. “Good evening everyone,” Vanessa said sweetly. “I hope you’re all watching.” Adrian grabbed the remote and tried to turn the screen off, but no response. Nathan hit the side of the TV with his hand, but the video wouldn't move. “My name,” Vanessa continued, “is Vanessa Cross.” Leo’s grip on my hand tightened. “And today,” she said, raising her chin slightly, “the world needs to know the truth.” The room seemed to shrink around me.

“What about him?” Vanessa sighed and stared down into the bowl. “I don’t know… everything.” That didn’t sound good. She scraped the spoon through the melted edges slowly. “He just acts weird sometimes… like today at the beach.” My throat dried instantly, and I leaned back against the counter beside her, pretending to focus on the ice cream. “What…” I swallowed. “What about it?” “He was so sweet,” she said with a small smile. “Which is weird, because he’s always so cold… and distant.”

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

"And I want to do it on my terms. Not because a scientist said so. Not because Kessler is coming. Because I choose to." "How?" Vanessa asks. "I don't know yet. But I'll figure it out." She walks away. Leaves me and Vanessa standing on the training grounds watching her go. "She's terrified," Vanessa says quietly. "I know." "But she's not running. She's facing it head on. That takes guts." "That's Neah. She's never run from anything in her life." I pause. "Well. Except feelings. She's terrible at those." Vanessa almost smiles. "She and Liam are going to be a disaster."