Never Too Far Vanessa K Novels & Stories

I said. Adrian looked at me. "She knows how to move beneath the radar. And Eliora still thinks she’s just PR." Vanessa agreed immediately. She was on a plane the next morning, headed to Accra. Her mission was clear: find Tara, confirm her identity, get her protection, and bring her home. While she was away, we kept our moves quiet. Zaya got a cold. Micah broke his favorite toy. I spent most days reading to them, humming lullabies into their sleep, pretending everything was okay.

Her long legs were crossed, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her expression the perfect mask of disinterest. For the first time in his career, Kelvin Carter seemed momentarily stunned. “And you are…?” he asked, trying for smooth charm. Vanessa finally lifted her gaze, cool and sharp. “Vanessa. Elena’s best friend.” She leaned back, lips quirking. “Don’t bother trying your usual lines. They won’t work here.” Elena’s jaw dropped. “Vanessa!” But Kelvin only looked more intrigued. He let out a low laugh. “A sharp tongue. Interesting. I like that.”

GAVIN I’ve spent most of my life controlling narratives. Make it clean. Make it sharp. Make it disappear. But tonight? Tonight, I let it unravel. No regrets. Vanessa went down like the universe handed Parker a gift-wrapped opportunity, and she didn’t blink. Execution. Delivery. She tripped Vanessa like she was born to do it. Then she handled it like a pro. Kneeling beside her. Brushing her hair back. Asking if she was okay while smiling like an angel.

“Jane told the truth. Her parents were executed. Her mate died under suspicious circumstances. They’re cleaning their mess by pushing survivors out.” My jaw clenched. “They think fear will keep them safe.” James met his gaze. “Fear always makes enemies.” We shared a look. Not as Alpha and Beta. But as Friends Friends. “We’ll move carefully,” I said. “Not yet.” James nodded. “I trust you.” Another knock interrupted them. Vanessa entered without waiting. Her clothes barely covered her body, dark hair pulled back. She moved with confidence, eyes locking on me immediately. “I heard the moon was brutal,” she said.

Flashing Edward a quick smile before Edward closed it. It was a shame that the drive wasn’t very long. He appreciated the sound of Vanessa’s humming along to the radio station as they drove through the city. When they were almost there where Vanessa was staying, away from Edward’s villa in Hawaii. Vanessa spoke up randomly, “I really like your car, I don’t even have my license.” “Thanks, why don’t you have your license?” Edward asked. “Never had a reason to get it,” Vanessa shrugged. “I can’t afford it so I always just take public transportation.”

"I'm not a doctor. I can't help her, so stop asking me to. And an ex should stay dead in their ex's world. I don't exist. I do not disturb her." I hung up before they could say anything. The trip was filled with peace after that. I thought that would be the end of it. After a week of fun-filled vacation, I went back to Southton. But of course, Sonia still had not given up. She was waiting beneath my apartment building. This time, she looked like a patient. Her face was pale as paper, and she had lost so much weight that I almost failed to recognize her. Even that stirred nothing inside me. All it stirred up was frustration. "What on earth do you want? Please just get this over with already!

It felt like a fist squeezing my chest. "I'm sorry, but your balance is zero. You're not our client. Our staff are busy. We're not searching the streets for a non-client." "Two kilometers? Even if you were two feet away, your balance would still be zero." Her voice went flat. "Sorry, Ms. Keyne. I have work to do. Please come recharge as soon as possible." Click. The line went dead. I stared at the endless line of red taillights. Despair hit from deep inside.

“Vanessa Laurent Hale. But formally it's Vanessa Hale.” Tara shook it carefully while studying her. Something about the interaction felt strange to Clara. Vanessa acted almost friendly. “I was just heading out too,” Vanessa continued casually. “Honestly, today felt endless.” “You can say that again,” Tara muttered. Vanessa laughed softly before looking back at Clara. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Then after a brief pause, she added casually… “Hopefully the internet hasn’t found another scandal by then.” Clara’s expression changed instantly.

"Enough with your games. Save it for tonight." Winter clenched her fists. Her nails dug into her palms. Regina snapped back to her senses and warmly hooked her arm through Winter's. "Come on, Winnie. Let's grab something to eat." Her posture made it seem as though Winter was the extra attendee tonight. The instant Winter took a step forward, her shoulder strap broke. In an instant, her chest was exposed.

And tomorrow night at 11 PM, at the old Vertin warehouse, Vanessa would walk straight toward the truth or straight into the one trap neither of them saw coming.