Vanessa Carlysle Novels & Stories

a reporter called, leaning forward. Vanessa laughed lightly, the sound soft yet teasing. “Theo is indeed attractive, but that won’t happen! I have no space left in my heart for him.” A ripple of laughter swept through the press. Vanessa’s words reminded everyone of her high-profile relationship. A year ago, she had revealed publicly that she was dating the son of Sanders Rowes, CEO of the Rowes Corporation—a man of wealth, looks, and impeccable pedigree. Gossip columns had devoured every detail, and though some fans had been envious, her popularity had not wavered. On the contrary, headlines like “Vanessa Hartley: Winner in Life” and “A Perfect Pair” had only cemented her status further.

Vanessa's dark eyes, calm face, and lips curled into a mean smile lit by studio lights filled the screen. My stomach dropped. “Good evening everyone,” Vanessa said sweetly. “I hope you’re all watching.” Adrian grabbed the remote and tried to turn the screen off, but no response. Nathan hit the side of the TV with his hand, but the video wouldn't move. “My name,” Vanessa continued, “is Vanessa Cross.” Leo’s grip on my hand tightened. “And today,” she said, raising her chin slightly, “the world needs to know the truth.” The room seemed to shrink around me.

“Even if it means exposing your past?” *** Meanwhile, elsewhere… Vanessa Blake sank into her plush armchair, swirling a glass of wine that glowed like liquid fire beneath the lights. The corners of her mouth lifted into a cruel smile as she tapped one heel to the rhythm of the music filling the room. “Perfect… simply perfect,” she drawled, her gaze glued to the tablet in her lap. News headlines screamed across the screen, plastered with photos of Daven and that woman. Callister Group CEO Caught in Scandalous Affair in SunCity.

and on cue the music kicked in. Vanessa started strong and sang the first line: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I don't know why you're hurt inside Or what was said to make you cry * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder opened his eyes but it was obvious that the real world was oblivious to him. I had to admit grudgingly that Vanessa’s voice was pretty well trained and euphonic. She continued:

Vanessa Hale walked inside like she owned the room already, dressed in cream silk with oversized sunglasses resting on her head and a smile sharp enough to belong in a courtroom instead of a breakfast table. She was thirty three. Former socialite. Former magazine favorite. Current destroyer of reputations. Where gossip existed, Vanessa appeared eventually. “Still dramatic as ever,” Clara muttered. Vanessa sat without invitation. “And you still call me when things get ugly.” Clara pushed one tablet toward her. Vanessa looked down. Seraphina’s face stared back from the article. Beautiful. Controlled. Untouchable. Vanessa smiled slowly. “So this is the woman.” “She took everything.”Vanessa lift

Caitlyn was saying, but the woman had hung up before Caitlyn attempted to exchange pleasantries. She sighed as she brought the phone down from beside her ears. "Do these people not care about other people's health? Are they forbidden from exchanging pleasantries?" She chuckled. She dropped her phone and picked up one of the dresses. She was going to select one to wear to the party. The first one she picked was a green dress. Its length went past her toes. It had a slit that began from her hips and had a very tiny sleeve. Her collarbones were beautifully on display when she wore the dress at Shirley's store.

he screamed. The two men remaining also removed their axe, they charge at Alexis, Alexis turned around at the two men, the same time her car radio had changed, it was another track from Taylor Swift, it was titled Bad Blood, this time she featured Kendrick Lamar. Alexis smiled evilly first, then she talked. "Okay guys, let's dance."

’ ‘Who—’ He glanced up, and the glee vanished. Vanessa stepped through the entrance, wearing an all-white suit that made her look like a ghost. Her blonde hair was scraped back, her skin pale enough to make an undertaker proud, and—because subtlety was never her strong suit—there was a bloodstained bandage wrapped around her left wrist. Well. That answered the question of whether my social media post had worked. ‘Christ,’ Cary muttered beside me. His entire body stiffened. ‘What the hell is she doing here?’

She hadn't expected that the Vano Carlos referred to was her senior in college. Chelsea distinctly remembered how nerdy Vano was. The girl contacted Indri again, unable to hide her surprise. "Indri, I can't bear the thought of seducing Carlos's son," Chelsea complained. Biting her lower lip, she tried to find the right words to convey the news. "Why? Is he not attractive? Or..." "He's Vano Wijaya, our senior in college," Chelsea interrupted before Indri could ramble. "W-what...? Vano Wijaya? That nerd? Oh..."

I was gathering my things when I spotted him across the room, greeting someone who’d just walked in. Vanessa. She was still in her shoot outfit—something sparkly and silver—and her hair was curled in perfect waves. I remembered hearing she had done her session earlier in the day. Xavier walked toward her with that easy smile I hadn’t seen all afternoon, and my stomach twisted. “Congrats,” I heard him say as I slowly zipped my bag. “I heard you’re representing Liverpool for Miss England.” She laughed, brushing a hand over her hair. “Thanks! And you’ve got Manchester’s very own right here,” she said, nodding in my direction.