Vanessa Brooks Blade Novels & Stories

The man flailed back and fell to the ground with a loud thud, dead. Vanessa let out a devastating shriek. “Oh my God! Michael!” “Well, I guess that’s one less Rossetti I need to worry about,” Layal commented. Vanessa turned her attention to her and dove at Layla with all the brute force she had inside of her. The two fell to the ground and became embroiled in a nasty fight. The blade Vanessa had apparently been holding got knocked from her hands and skidded across the floor. Layla took whatever chance she could to knock Vanessa off of her and gain the upper hand.

A blade. She walks to the table, grabs the knife with one hand, and just stands there, staring at it like it’s the only thing that matters. "Anastasia," I start, stepping toward her. "What are you doing?" But she doesn’t answer. Before I can even reach her, she lifts the knife and plunges it deep into her arm. "Anastasia!" My eyes widen in horror as I rush to her side as she drags the blade down in one harsh, brutal move.

Ahead of me, Emily faced assassination in a Russian facility. And somehow, I Vanessa Brooks, a professional mistress and manipulator had become the key to saving Emily's life

Her smug smile vanished instantly. I shoved her backward with every ounce of brutal strength I possessed. I didn't care about playing the polite host anymore. I didn't care about politics. She flew across the room and crashed hard into the tall steel weapon racks. A dozen silver swords and heavy iron maces clattered to the stone floor. Vanessa hit the steel frame and collapsed into the pile of weapons. A sharp blade sliced her arm. Bright red blood welled up on her skin. She screamed and clutched her elbow.

'Costume issue—quick fix in props. She followed, heart pounding from Carlos's fuck, into the dim storage. The door clicked shut. Vanessa waited, holding a feathered boa laced with something sharp—razor wire hidden in the frills. 'Think you're special? Carlos's toy?' Vanessa lunged, boa whipping toward Lexi's face. Instinct kicked in. Lexi dodged, grabbing a prop sword—blunt, but heavy. She swung, cracking Vanessa's wrist. The rival yelped, boa dropping. 'Bitch! You'll pay for Elena's ghost haunting us.'

He was the wealthy, arrogant playboy girls would swoon around, and also the Blade family's eldest son. "Ezekiel?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ezekiel Blade,” he said. "Why are you without your glasses, freckle face?” He always mentioned his last name like he was nothing without it. But I knew that he loved the name so much as it meant people would fear him. I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand away from his grip. “Still a bully, huh? Besides, I don't wear glasses anymore, and I'm definitely not freckle face. It's Lydia Winters,” I said, mimicking his words.

Trevin had gone behind my back, using my name to send a concoction to Wren, and then it was in transit, pending my sign-off. Trevin raced to me, his grip tight on my arm. "Please, just sign it. Wren can't wait. Can't you just do this for me? It's already on its way. Wren will be grateful that you saved her. And your stubborn old man, it wouldn't make a difference to him with or without the serum…" I cut him off with a slap that sent him reeling. His hand flew to his cheek, his eyes wide with shock. "You hit me? Yara! You…"

Her gaze dropped to the tactical knife strapped loosely against his leg. There. Vanessa’s fingers moved carefully, sliding the blade free inch by inch. The metallic sound was almost inaudible beneath the storm outside. The officer stirred slightly. Vanessa froze. But then he slumped again. A cold smile slowly touched her lips. “Idiot.” And then, she stabbed him. The blade drove forward violently. Straight into his stomach. The officer’s eyes snapped open in horror as a choked sound escaped his throat. His cigarette fell to the floor while blood spilled down his uniform.

“Your Luna claimed to be a descendant of the moon goddess and yet I ended her life with ease. She didn’t even try to fight me. She was weak” “You didn’t give her a f**king chance though did you Jason, what kind of coward attacks their Luna with a wolfsbane laced silver knife. If you thought of her as weak you would have attacked her in wolf form you traitorous bastard” “Vanessa and her wolf wouldn’t have stood a chance not against Blake, she hadn’t trained since she gave birth to your brat”

Silver-edged — Claire saw it immediately, the particular dull gleam of it. "Vanessa," Claire said. "I didn't—" Vanessa's voice was ragged. "I didn't come here to do this." She looked at the blade in her own hand like she was surprised to find it there. "I came here to talk. And then I was in the building and I had this and I just — I thought if I had it I'd feel—" She stopped. Her eyes were wet. "I don't even know." "Put it down," Claire said. Quietly. Not a command — a request. She kept her voice the way she kept it with distressed patients. Warm and clear and completely calm. "You can still put it down."