Vanessa Blank Novels & Stories

tonight was different. The door behind him creaked. He froze. Didn't even turn around at first. Thought it was wind. Or the janitor. But then he heard it. The click. Of heels. Sharp. Slow. Deliberate. He turned. And there she was. Vanessa. Third year. Philosophy major. Always sat in the front row. Always had that look in her eyes—like she knew something he didn't. Like she was waiting. Tonight, she wore black. Not the usual university hoodie. A skirt. Tight. Leather. Knee length but somehow... not. Blouse half unbuttoned. Hair loose.

"It's not a switch." He nodded. "Then I'll earn it. Every day." She hated how much her heart melted at that. Elsewhere... Vanessa adjusted her silk robe and crossed her legs as her assistant dropped a manila file in front of her. "Her name's Talia James. Twenty-six. Fashion designer. Single mother… until recently," the assistant said. Vanessa flipped through the photos. Talia laughing with the twins. Talia getting into a cab. Talia at a pop-up event, the one Ethan secretly invested in.

--- During lunch, I quietly observed her. --- She barely touched her food. Checked her phone repeatedly. And glanced around as if expecting someone. --- Interesting. --- Very interesting. --- Then she suddenly stood. --- And left. --- Without hesitation, I followed. --- Carefully. --- Discreetly. --- Vanessa eventually reached a quiet section of campus near the athletic field. --- Then she stopped. --- A few moments later, another person arrived. --- A man. --- Young. Professional. Expensive suit. --- Not Victor Kane.

“And now, whether it is today, or tomorrow, or next week whenever…Debrassy will keep coming back until he finds out the truth for himself.” As she opens her eyes, bright and blue, with the lights of the tower shining behind her, she looks otherworldly as she tells me her deepest truth. “My name isn’t Addison Archer,” her voice is small but strong. “I am Vanessa. Vanessa Addison Vandersteele and for some reason, the Debrassy family wants me dead.”

Not interfering. Just watching. Because this wasn’t about who she chose. It was about who she was becoming. --- Later that evening— When the awards were announced— “Second place… Vanessa Hale.” The applause felt distant for a second. Then real. Daniel smiled widely. Adrian felt pride swell in his chest. Vanessa walked up. Accepted her plaque. And for the first time in years— She felt seen for something that wasn’t attached to a man. When she stepped down— Both Adrian and Daniel stood waiting.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

“I know you've got your eyes on big things, but the Alpha’s mate, seriously?” "What, isn't that what we're here for?" The woman, Vanessa lifted her chin proudly as she spoke. “Come to think of it, if the Alpha pays this much for just one night, imagine what his Luna would receive.” “And you think you’ll succeed where everyone else failed?” Vanessa shrugged elegantly. “Who knows?” She flipped her hair, clearly confident, and from the way she acted and everything, you'd know she was a proud bitch. “And you, Blonde? Don’t you have any plans with the Alpha?”

She took off her robe and went to take a bath, today new investors arrived, her father wanted the company to expand more and the truth is that was more than good. She decided on a white dress, with only one long sleeve, it reached a few centimeters above her knee, and at her waist she wore a white belt, she combined her shoes and bag in black. Her natural hair was brown but she had done a blonde balayage and she liked the change and it was something she really needed, her hair reached right where her breasts began, she left it loose, her makeup was simple, it only highlighted her blue eyes and her thick lips. She looked in the mirror and she looked beautiful and professional, but with no des

I mumbled after which she cut the call and I glanced at Vani who is standing behind the reception desk and talking to someone and noting down details of the new patient I think. She seems to be not struggling at her job then, I thought smiling and still felt it is amazing that she joined in a job at this hospital. I walked towards the reception desk after that person walked off and said, “Ms. Receptionist! How much longer is your shift?” Vani glanced up chuckling before saying, “Ten more minutes! Why don’t you go on your own? I can join next week.” “No way! I will wait here for you.” I assured her and leaned over to whisper.

Although as vampires we were meant to blend in, Vanessa never got that memo. She stood leaning up against the door frame talking to Mum and Dad. As they moved out of the way, she sauntered in. She was wearing black leather trousers with a matching jacket and a low cut red tee tucked into her waistband. She was already tall for a woman, at least five foot eleven, but her four-inch heels made her tower over even my dad. Her raven black hair came down below her shoulders and hung loosely. By far her best feature was her ocean-blue eyes, framed by naturally long black lashes.