Vanessa Ferlito Age Novels & Stories

Vanessa's eyelids fluttered open, and a weak smile formed on her lips when she saw Elena. "Hey," Elena whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "You have no idea how much we've missed you, Vanessa." Tears streamed down Elena's cheeks as Vanessa squeezed her hand weakly. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken bond they had formed during their time together. Elena had come to love Vanessa as if she were her own daughter, and the thought of losing her had been unbearable. As Elena sat by Vanessa's side, they shared stories and laughter, their voices filling the room with a renewed sense of hope. Elena marveled at Vanessa's resilience, her strength in the face of adversity.

“We’re back now. No more leaving.” Behind them, Titi stood in the open doorway—Vanessa’s little sister, seventeen going on thirty, arms folded, eyes wary. Same high cheekbones as Vanessa, same full mouth, but where Vanessa’s face usually tried to soften everything, Titi’s looked like it had already learned how to cut. “Welcome,” she said simply, stepping aside.

Half sleepy Vanessa then realized that it was her sweet angel mother that was screaming her lungs out. "Who won't wake up from this SWEET SCREAM MOMMM," Vanessa said while sitting up in a lazy way smoothing her fingers in her black hair that was a mess. Well, meet Vanessa Valencia a 17 years old girl with dark black long hair which she got from her mother, chocolate brownish eyes with a thin brown orbit, having a height of an average girl 5 feet 3 with a coffee glow skin. That's Stay in California of the united states far away from the crowded city with her sweet mom Alisa valencia.

but not exactly how it had happened. “Well... no, I didn't see the exact moment. But why are you suspicious of her? I think Vivian is nice.” Her colleagues exchanged glances and one of them sighed, almost impatiently: “You're naive, Vanessa. People like her only deceive simple hearts like yours.” Vanessa, who came from a career as a special forces soldier, had a straightforward, direct mind — almost as pure as a blank sheet of paper. She wasn't used to the subtle and competitive games of the female world.

"Is Femella Alcantara your real name?" Fem lifted her head from her plate and gave me a confused look. "Why are you suddenly asking me that?" I swallowed what I'm eating before answering. "I just wanna know." I followed the way she held the glass of water in her hand while drinking. "Yeah, it's my real name." I nodded. "Your age?" "23." "You look younger than your age." She shrugged her shoulders. "Thank you. Everyone says that."

“That’s great, Mrs. Ferrer! I badly need a job now--“ “But wait, let me ask you some personal questions first.” “Yes, sure, by the way, do you still need my resume?” “No need. Let me just ask you personally. Please take a sit so, that we can talk comfortably.” “Okay...” “What’s your name?” “Elyse Marie Arcevedo, Mrs. Ferrer.” “Age?” “I’m 28 years old.” “Do you have a husband? Daughter? Or are you single?”

She immediately turned to Lola Clarita and hug her too. "Thank you, thank you for this. I didn't expect any celebration at all. I was only planning a visit to my parents' grave and stay at home." She blurted out and thank Mr. Nikolas who was silent on the side. "Happy birthday, Fera." He also greeted her and offered a handshake which she gladly accepted. "How old are you now?" "I'm seventeen now, thank you very much." She was too shy to talk more and she also didn't know what to say.

Vanessa rolled her eyes as if to say give me a break. "What does it even matter? It’s all in the past." The casual dismissal made Isla’s blood boil. “What does it matter? You ruined my life, Vanessa! You took everything from me!” But nothing could have prepared her for what Vanessa had to say next, as her lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, Isla. You’re so dramatic. But if you really want to know…” She paused, her eyes glinting with malice. “Nate and I are expecting a baby.”

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.

Nessa Sims ~•~ It has been a month since Vito’s mum passed and the girls were adjusting nicely in New York. They still got sad at some point but always did something to distract themselves to make them happy. Vito and I, who had close birthdates, didn't even celebrate our birthday in June because no one was in the mood to celebrate. We just had a small dinner with our family and friends at the house. I was finally twenty-four and it made me feel like I was getting too old. I could remember when I had just turned sixteen like it was just yesterday.