Vanessa Carlysle Novels & Stories

Before Clara could say another word, someone called her name. “Clara.” She turned slightly and saw Vanessa walking toward them beside the parking area. Vanessa’s heels clicked softly against the pavement, her car keys spinning lightly around one finger. “Leaving already?” she asked smoothly. Clara blinked once, mildly surprised by how familiar Vanessa sounded suddenly. “We just finished for the day,” Clara replied politely. Vanessa’s eyes shifted toward Tara. “And this is?” “My friend, Tara.” Vanessa smiled immediately and extended a hand. “Vanessa Laurent Hale. But formally it's Vanessa Hale.”

My name is Vanessa, and at forty-two I am supposed to have it all figured out. Divorced five years ago, one son off at college most of the year, a beautiful house with a pool I barely use, and a body I work hard to keep tight—yoga five days a week, salads, the occasional glass of wine. Men my age look at me. Some even ask me out. But none of them ever make me feel anything close to alive. Until Caleb.

Her voice dropped. “…Alexander.” Collins cleared his throat awkwardly. “I should probably.... ” “Stay,” Vanessa said quietly without looking at him. Collins froze. Vanessa kept her eyes on Alexander. “Who is she?” Alexander rubbed his temples slowly. “Her name is Elena Voss.” Vanessa blinked. “Voss?” Collins’ head snapped up. “Wait.” Vanessa’s stomach dropped. “Don’t tell me... ” Alexander finished the sentence. “She’s Adrian Voss’s sister.”

She was stunning—tall, with long blonde hair, flawless skin, and a verified I*******m badge with over five hundred thousand followers. "This is Vanessa Vance," Sarah announced. "Derek Vance's older sister, and... Jaxson’s ex-girlfriend from sophomore year." Jaxson’s entire body went rigid. “No," he said, his voice flat and hard as iron. "Absolutely not. Vanessa has nothing to do with this." "She does now," Sarah said smoothly.

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

He was still talking to the driver when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen to see ‘Favorite girlee with two hearts emojis and one rose flower emoji.’ It was Estelle. She was supposed to be here, so why was she calling or was she too busy to come? I thought. I picked it anyway. “Elly…” “I’m in trouble Vanessa… I just ran over a woman with my car.” “Jesus Christ!” I didn’t know when I exclaimed. “She’s…” I heard her slow and gentle footstep as she probably walked towards her victim.

She silently endured long minutes of Beth whispering to Brandon over the phone. The very next morning, at exactly 9 a.m., the doorbell rang. Beth and Sherlie, in work out clothes, welcomed Vanessa Hudgens into the house. Vanessa was a tall, blonde haired woman with a fit body and friendly, blue eyes. Beth led them all down to the garage. When Vanessa's eyes widened at the amount and brands of cars she saw, Beth exhaled, totally understanding her shock. 'Me too, Vanessa,' she thought. 'Me too.' They took their positions on the comfortable red and black mat and after stretching and doing a few work outs, training started.

“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?”

Vanilla was one of my favourite scents and I could not help but interrupt her turning to try and find the owner of that scent. My mystery guy had moved from the stairs so I could not see him anymore. Without putting too much more attention on him I really wanted to find the owner of the pine vanilla scent. The more I smelled it, the more I knew it had to be my mate. As I moved through the crowd the scent got stronger. I gasped as the mystery guy was walking in a direct line toward me with a smile on his face. As he got closer, the pine vanilla smell got stronger. Shelby quickly started yipping Mate! Mate! My excitement started to grow. He came to stand right in front of me smiling and