Vanessa Black Clover Voice Actor Novels & Stories

A white bakery box balanced on his knee while he performed the most absurd voice impression, of what I think was supposed to be Elmo, I'd ever heard. “You sound like a frog!" "A devastatingly attractive frog, I'll have you know." His hand ruffled her hair with the kind of ease you can't fake. That casual intimacy made something in my chest constrict. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, hackles raised at this stranger occupying territory that felt fundamentally like ours. Vanessa stood by the window, actually smiling. Not that polite, measured thing she gave clients—this transformed her entire face. She looked younger. More open. More like La—

"Yes! Besides, Alpha Vanessa is more powerful than Chloe. It was a good thing that Chloe didn’t inherit to be Alpha, or our pack would have been miserable. I heard that she is nineteen years old and hasn't changed yet. Tsk, good for nothing.” Hearing what they said, I lowered my head slightly and stepped back to a shadowy corner. Now no one could find me because I wore a plain black dress and hid in the dark, while Vanessa was standing in the center of the stage with a shiny crystal crown on her head. She was so charming and dazzling. I gulped down a mouthful of red wine. Out of the corner of my eye, Lisa Morris, my stepmother and the current Luna of the pack smirked at me as if she were moc

As much as I’d like to forget about everything else, I know that no matter how quiet we are right now, we were shouting so loud a moment ago there is no way Lisa doesn’t know we’re inside. She’s one of my lieutenants and the leader of the ThornBrides now that Angelique is retired. Lisa is also a member of BLACKEAGLE, and because she is a similar size and shape to Vanessa will be serving as her double. “How much more time do you need,” she groans when I don’t respond immediately. “Ten minutes,” I reply quickly only to have Vanessa slap me gently on the arm in disappointment. “Make that 25.” “I’ll make sure the way is clear,” she pauses, and then she adds, “Have fun, Haz, Mrs. Haz,” I can’t se

“What can I do for you, Chloe?” “Do for me?” Echoing Vanessa's words, Chloe’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “I came here to see what I might do for you. I know you said you’d already made most of the funeral arrangements, but if you need my help coordinating anything, I’m here for you.” “Thank you.” Thinking back to all the decisions Jeremy Blackenstock had said she’d need to make, Vanessa nodded. “I’m probably going to take you up on that.” “Sounds perfect.” Sniffing, Chloe wiped at her still-streaming eyes. When she caught sight of Anita, she looked her up and down slowly. “Well, hello there.” she said.

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.

"If you so much as try to make any sudden moves, I swear I'll slit your throat!," the feminine voice threatened. Leslie felt her eyes glaze over as the grip of the blade on her throat tightened. "Vanessa?" "Surprise, surprise, bitch,!" Vanessa spat out venomously, clad in a black hoodie and matching tight leggings. Vanessa had a crazed, expression on her face, her eyes red and puffy, lips chapped and slowly turning black.

Her voice carried both joy and yearning. Suddenly, she stared at the child and blurted out: “Is she my baby Carolina?!” The staff exchanged worried glances. They didn’t know how to respond, especially when Vanessa repeated: “Huh?! Is she my Baby Carolina?!” At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened. The housekeeper stepped out, holding a towel, startled by Vanessa’s voice. “Ma’am Vanessa…” the housekeeper greeted cautiously, sensing the tension in the room. Vanessa turned, still holding Clairox tightly, her eyes filled with confusion and hope. The guards stayed alert, ready to act at any moment, while the nannies held their breath.

Jaeger says as takes a seat next to Bowden, the seat that’s usually reserved for the Beta, while his mate sits next to me. I turn my attention to the young woman by my side. "Hello," I say. “Good evening, your majesty” she replies in a voice so soft that I have to stain to hear her. “I’m Vanessa.” The plump girl with the mousy hair and dark eyes wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention. She’s just a smidge taller than I am and a little on the plain side, with cute, chubby cheeks and a spattering of freckles across her nose. Jaeger is clearly smitten with her and keeps glancing in her direction. “Kaiya,” I say. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She keeps looking at me but eventually looks away, licking her lower lips "When you move into the Manor, your name is changed to signify like a new birth or something. Strawberry is the redhead. Cream is Snow White. Caramel is the shy cute one and Chocolate is the one who— well, you know, in the gym" "And you're Vanilla?" "Oh good, you're getting the hang of it" "No" I blurt out "I don't understand anything, I just heard them call you that. Is this real? Or are we being filmed right now?" She looks super lost "Filmed?" I stop walking and fold my arms "Am I supposed to believe you all just call yourself Flavours?" She nods "That's basically what I just said" "Vanessa!" "I'm serious! Look, I j

Like he knew it would be me. I hit pause. The screen froze, his face staring back at me, and the silence that followed was deafening. Who could have done this to him? Why did that voice sound so painfully familiar? I was about to put in another disc one labeled Elara when the door creaked open. “Vanessa?” I jumped, the remote slipping from my fingers. The TV went black. Kyla stood in the doorway, her long hair tied in a messy braid, eyes wide and innocent. She looked like she had just come from her taekwondo training, a little dirt on her cheek.