Vanessa Brooks Blade Novels & Stories

"What is this?!" Avery's voice trembled with rage, her fists clenched as she stared at the people who betrayed her. "You're marrying me off to some old man?" she spat. Her mother flinched. "Avery, please… it’s the only way to clear the debt." Her father’s voice thundered. "You will marry Sergei Kuznetsov. End of story." Avery Wells was never the obedient daughter—not with her leather boots, smart mouth, and fire-for-blood temper. But nothing prepared her for being thrown into the cold world of Russian mafia royalty. Sergei Kuznetsov: seventy, cruel, and untouchable. Her new husband. Kieran Kuznetsov: his youngest son—illegitimate, exiled, and carved from shadows. In a world full of masks, guns, and buried secrets, Avery has only one rule: never fall for the devil’s son. But the more she fights, the closer the darkness pulls. In this house, freedom is a myth. And love… might just be a death sentence.

On the day I went to try on my wedding dress, Enzo had said he would come with me—but he never showed up. The train of the gown was too long. I stood alone in front of the mirror, bending over again and again to fix it more than a dozen times. The third time I stepped on the hem, my phone finally buzzed. 'Natalie just came back and isn't used to the weather here. I'll go pick her up. You try on the dress first.' The next second, a new post popped up on social media. Natalie had uploaded a photo. In it, Enzo was crouched in front of her, one hand wrapped around her slender ankle as he carefully fastened the strap of her high heels. The caption was only one line. 'He still couldn't bear to let me bend down.' When I tapped into the post, I saw that Enzo had already liked it. The bridal assistant sensed the shift in the air and tried to comfort me in a low voice. "Ms. Blackwood, Mr. Beck really cares about you. He was worried you might secretly diet and hurt your health, so he specifically told us not to alter the waistline any further." I smiled. He cared about me, yes. But his care had never stopped him from favoring someone else. I lowered my head and looked at the wedding dress on my body. Then it suddenly struck me. The thing that did not fit had never been the dress. It was this wedding.

Lillian Harper dropped out of nursing school to become a housewife to Nathaniel Brooks, through a contract marriage arranged by their families During their marriage, Nathaniel brought other women into their home and made it clear that their union was nothing more than a contract agreement. Then one evening, he handed her divorce papers and sent her packing out of the house. But the next morning, he was standing on her mother's porch, begging her to come back. What changed overnight? William Brooks is dead. And his will contain a single clause that neither of them saw coming. If the couple divorced within twelve months after his death, every controlling share of the Brooks Group of Companies transfers to entirely to Lillian Harper. The empire Nathaniel was born to inherit now sits completely in the hands of the woman he divorced. Will Lillian sign the papers and walk away with empire he never thought she deserved? Or..... will she give Nathaniel a second chance, knowing his motives may never be entirely pure? Lillian Harper is done being weak. She will not sign the divorce papers and set him free. She will not take him back and make things easy. She is going to finish her degree, live life to the fullest, and watch Nathaniel Brooks watch every single moment of it while he slowly comes to understand what he has lost. But there is a problem! Vanessa Clarke, Nathaniel's current girlfriend and the woman he humiliated Lilian with for three years, has no intention of watching quietly. She wants Nathaniel, she wants the empire, and she wants Lillian goen by any means necessary. What follows is twelve months of social warfare, failed schemes, family secrets, and a love story that neither of them planned for

Angela: “I need to. We do not have time. You may not allow me but I am going anyway. It is my destiny. I cannot run away from it. I am not like one of those tea party princesses you expect me to be. I am Angela Bells and I am ready for action.” Miles: “I am not letting you go out there.” Justin: “She used magic to make herself look older and Alex is her son.” Kale: “Pfft. I want pizza!” This is the Prestorian crew and this is their enemy, the underaged Queen of Pintraid... Octavia: “You expect me to forgive you. No no no. Angela, you will wish you were dead.” Angela Bell's lived all her life in the forest of Tyle. She's known no friends but her chickens. The story of her life turns around for her when her meant-to-be parents reveal a death-calling truth. The truth's made her realize she can be what she's always wanted to be, a princess. She teams up with a set of teens she calls, the bandits after meeting them in the worst way possible. They accompany her but... when there's good, there's evil too. Her nemesis is the under-aged Queen of Pintraid, the land that destroyed hers in the very beginning. The Queen wants to finish what her evil father started. Angela might lose everything but it's a price she has to pay. Angela and the bandits are about to go on a crazy mission that will put even the Queen of England on her toes. It's an adventure of a lifetime.

The scholarship was supposed to be June’s salvation. Instead, it drops her into a world where everyone has secrets, including her. living at the estate where her father works means navigating impossible feelings for two boys who share everything but her heart, and a golden girl determined to destroy her. But when June starts digging into the accident that shattered this perfect family, she uncovers a web of lies that reaches back to her own mysterious past. Some truths are dangerous. Some secrets are deadly and some are worth dying for.

My crippled sister, Monica Porter, jumped from the roof of the classroom building. The day before she died, she had just been fitted with the custom prosthetic legs I had paid for with ten years of savings. She was glowing, excited to finally stand up on her own. But my wife's best friend, a guy she said was just like a brother to her, locked Monica inside an empty art room. He smashed her new legs, forced her to crawl on the floor and lick paint clean to retrieve the broken parts, and recorded everything on video. And my wife, a judge, ultimately ruled that the case could not stand. "The video cannot confirm the time it was recorded and may represent consensual performance art between both parties," she said. Sandra Pauley's final judgment was simple. "The deceased had a history of depression. The school and the defendant bear no responsibility." I smiled and cooked her a full table of food. The next day, I hung the bully, Eric Hoyles, from the school's flagpole and livestreamed it to the entire internet. "Honey, remember how you said Monica had such pretty legs?" I raised a claw hammer and brought it down on his ankle. "If you don't hand over the video evidence right now, I'll hook out his Achilles tendon one strand at a time and let him learn what it feels like to crawl!" The wind passed through. His screaming broke apart in the air, mixing with the strained creaking of the flagpole until it sounded almost like music. The live chat went insane. Meanwhile, I laughed until my eyes filled with tears.

Elliot scanned his eyes round Lexa's curvy body, making her nervous. “Wow. Such beauty,” he said, with the most glorious smile. “A-are you him?” Alexa had never felt so weak. “What was I thinking? I forgot I can’t kill royals so easily. I definitely won’t want to kill you.” He bowed before her. “I’m sorry your majesty. I forgot you were royalty.” Alexa gulped. He moved like flash, appearing here and there within the twinkle of an eye. He sped to her back and held her waist. She whimpered. “I know everything about you and I know what you want,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want me.” She pulled away from him. He smiled… a deadly smile. Alexa wanted to be strong, she was a Queen after all. “If you know what I want then you must tell me what you want in return.” "Everyone knows that the devil wants," Elliot said, smiling with great lust. *** Will the love between the devil and a prized angel ever succeed? Will a prophecy overrule a witch's curse? Will Elliot be given an second chance into holiness? Will their love prevail and will their forbidden love be accepted by the realms?

Five years ago, Juliette Rowe stood alone at the altar, her dreams shattered as Damon Thorne, the ruthless billionaire she loved, vanished without a trace. Left heartbroken and pregnant, Juliette rebuilt her life in the shadows, raising their son with no word from the man who abandoned them. But fate has a cruel sense of timing. When a news report reveals that Damon has survived a near-fatal car crash and lost all memory of his past Juliette is thrust back into a world she swore to leave behind. To make matters worse, Damon is now engaged to a woman he doesn’t truly love and surrounded by a family determined to erase Juliette from his life forever. Haunted by dreams he can’t explain, Damon is drawn to Juliette — a woman his heart remembers even if his mind does not. But as old secrets surface and a dangerous truth behind his accident is uncovered, Juliette must make an impossible choice: Expose the past and risk everything… or protect her son from a lies-filled future. Love may be lost in memory, but never in the heart. Some memories fade but not true.

Vanessa Brooks was the kind of woman the world bowed to. Old money. Chandeliers. Every circle worshipped her—until Julian Frost decided she was guilty. He had loved her once. Or so she believed. But when murder by jealous rage became the charge, he didn't defend her. He testified. He stood in that courtroom and watched them drag her away in chains, his eyes colder than the steel on her wrists. Three years inside. Concrete walls. Thin blankets. Fists in the dark. They broke three ribs. Split her lip so many times she forgot how to smile. The magazine-cover beauty learned to sleep with her back to the wall, one eye open. When the gates opened, Vanessa walked out with nothing but the clothes on her back and a heart too dead for hatred. She left. She buried the name Julian Frost like a corpse. But Julian wasn't done. The moment he saw her on another man's arm—a ring that wasn't his—something inside him snapped. Cold indifference curdled into obsession. He tore her engagement apart. Dragged her back. Forced a ring onto her finger and built a prison from a marriage certificate. Vanessa endured in silence. No tears. No screams. Just divorce papers, slid across his desk, again and again. The third time, Julian ripped them in half. His voice was ragged—a king reduced to begging. "Divorce? Over my dead body."

After her father’s sudden death, Sofía discovers a shocking clause in his will: she must marry before turning twenty-eight, or the company they built together will pass to her reckless cousin. Determined to protect her father’s legacy, Sofía embarks on a desperate search for a groom. Her first choice, Roy—the love of her life—refuses. Left with no other option, she turns to Carlos, an ex-boyfriend whose arrogance and selfishness make him the worst possible candidate. As the wedding plans unfold, Sofía grows closer to Sebastián, a man she met at her father’s funeral who is helping her investigate the suspicious will. But their bond is forbidden: his mother harbors a dark connection to Sofía’s past, one that makes their love impossible. When Roy reappears, begging for another chance, Sofía must decide between duty, desperation, and the dangerous pull of her heart. With sixty days until the deadline, every choice could cost her the company, her family’s honor, and the only man she truly loves.