Never Too Far Vanessa K Novels & Stories

Later, after Chloe was settled for the afternoon—safe, laughing, blissfully unaware of how close danger had come—Cade stood with me on the terrace. The city stretched beyond the gates, distant and indifferent. “This is the first time Vanessa didn’t get what she wanted,” he said. “No,” I corrected. “It’s the first time she underestimated the wrong person.” He glanced at me, something unreadable in his eyes. “You’re not leaving,” he said. It wasn’t a command. It was a statement of fact. “No,” I agreed. “I’m not.” Miles away, in a glass-walled office overlooking a different city, Vanessa Leclair sat with her phone pressed to her ear.

Olivia’s POV For a second, I genuinely thought I was still asleep. “...Vanessa?” I whispered. Nathan’s expression remained grim. “You know her?” A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Unfortunately.” Vanessa Owens had worked with me in New York years ago. Smart. Charming. Ruthless when she wanted something badly enough. We’d never exactly been friends, but we’d orbited the same circles long enough for me to understand one thing about Vanessa:

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.

"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.

"Looks like I'll have to take matters into my own hands." Around noon... While everyone busied themselves preparing for the next program... Vanessa noticed Keiv standing alone behind the stage, organizing several documents. This was her chance. She slowly approached him. "Keiv..." He looked up. "Do you need something?" Vanessa smiled. "It's exhausting, isn't it?" "Nothing worthwhile is ever easy." Keiv answered briefly. She stepped closer. Deliberately closing the distance between them. "You know..." "We would've made better partners for this event."

VANESSA Vanessa had changed apartments three times in eleven months. Not because she liked moving but because fear made permanence impossible. She stood near the window of her hotel room, watching early morning traffic crawl through the city below. Her suitcase remained half-packed on the bed. Always ready. Always temporary. Her phone vibrated. Unknown Number. Vanessa stared at the screen. Then declined the call. Thirty seconds later, it rang again. This time, a message appeared. **You should've destroyed the flash drive.**

"Am I in trouble?" His eyes held hers as he simply shook his head. He contemplated the fact the dark depths of her eyes and the thick, dark lashes made them considerably large against her face. It was an attractive, dominant quality—one young, one innocent, one curious, captivating. "No, just some routine questioning about your mother's case... I figured you wouldn't want to talk about that kinda stuff in the administration block," the man, Luca Haris, spoke in a response, watching as the girl, Genevieve, lowered her eyes from his. Her hair fell around her face, though not in enough time to conceal the deepened colour of her cheeks, kissed by the selflessness of another, even in the absence

He slowly rubs his thumb on my cheek whilst licking my lower lip. I pull away and smile softly, biting my lip, forgetting all the other people in the room. It felt like just him and I. "I really fucking like you, Bella." "No cussing, Joshua Stone!" Katherine's voice reels from the other side of the table. I instantly pull away from Josh & look at the others with a deep blush on my cheeks. I grin cheepishly as Chloe and Lucas both hold up their thumbs, telling me I did a great fucking job at catching the best fish in the sea.

I ask, full of embarrassment. She nods and lies back on the bed" "You know, when you touch yourself, you feel like..." "Touching me?" I hinted, even more surprised. Camila jumps up and sits back down on the mattress "You know, wait a minute. Vanessa, have you never...? Nothing at all?" "No, never!" I replied sternly. "Oh, my God! You're a total virgin! No way in the world can you let the triplets find out. Those bastards would use it to their advantage, I assure you. That's the way they all are" she said.

Vanessa walked up the steps of the porch, her heels clicking softly on the wooden boards. “Hey, haven,” she said, her voice light, however carrying a sense of something more concerned, or maybe interesting. “Mind if I talk to you?” He gestured, telling her the seat next to him. Vanessa sat down, collapsing her hands in her lap as she looked out at the skyline. “You okay?” she asked, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “You’ve seemed… a small distance.” Haven chuckled, but it was more of a murmur than a chuckle. “Distant? Vanessa, you know what’s going on. What else do you expect?”