Vanessa Ferlito Age Novels & Stories

Here in America, we don’t really throw that term around loosely but then again Vasha doesn’t seem like she does either. It baffled me, but in the smallest of ways. I really didn’t mind, I just tried to hide my blush as per usual. Vasilisa is twenty six, one year my senior. Naturally dirty blonde, but despised the color so her short hair is dyed jet black. Soft bangs fell just above her light brows, and two striking green eyes twinkled mischievously at me. That’s the thing about this girl...she hardly smiles, but her large eyes tell all. She’s one big kid and I love her for it.

She dressed up and headed downstairs. " Vanessa!!" She screamed the hand on her waist standing beside the dining table where a variety of meals is arranged." Yes, mam" Vanessa relied on bowing. It is no news she is coming to receive some scolding. Vanessa is a middle age woman in her early fifties. She is the new cook in the mansion as the lady is pregnant and stress is out of her schedule.

The blonde sat right behind me, resting her chin on my shoulder like we were old friends. I froze. “Hi sweetie,” the one next to me purred. Her breath smelled like vodka and cherries. “What’s your name?” “Theo,” I mumbled. “Theo,” she repeated, smiling wide. “I’m Vanessa. That’s Carla in front, and Jess behind you. You’re eighteen, right? You look eighteen.” I nodded, face already burning. "Perfect!" The one in front said like she's won a lottery. Carla laughed. “Aw, he’s shy. You got a girlfriend, Theo?”

Uh, it's Vanessa? Ew! Her voice is annoying! "Nice to meet you too. Have a seat." Sab says while smiling at her. "Thanks." I get more and more annoyed when Vanessa sits beside me and Khai sits beside Von, across to me. What the hell. Argh! "I heard that you are a varsity cheerleader," Steph spoke. "Yes. I am. By the way, I'm Vanessa. Second-year college, from class A." "Oh, you are a senior," Sab says.

Chloe had just turned nineteen, home from her first semester of college, and the tension between her and Vanessa—her stepmother of four years—had thickened into something neither of them could ignore anymore. Vanessa was thirty-eight, still turning heads at thirty-eight: long honey-blonde hair usually swept into a loose bun, curves that filled out yoga pants like they were painted on, green eyes that always seemed to know too much. Chloe had caught her staring more than once—lingering glances in the kitchen when Chloe reached for something on a high shelf, the way Vanessa’s tongue would dart across her lower lip when Chloe walked around in tiny sleep shorts.

She answered. Mrs Theresa sits on her favorite wooden chair. "So, dear child, what's your name?" "Vennesa… Dan." She said as she grinds in her food. "That's a nice name." She praised. "How old are you Vanessa?" "I'm nineteen." She replies almost immediately. She lets her eat before she could continue with her questions. She watches her as she hungrily devours on her food. Mrs Theresa goes out to meet Xender. She waited until he was done with his call.

Faiga smiles. Right..... “Well, my name's Vanessa, which you are well aware of. I'm twenty-five years old, and I live with my best friend, Chrissy. So, yeah.” That’s about all I'm willing to share for now. “Right, that’s pretty straightforward.” He says as he clears his throat. “If you don’t mind me asking, where does the name Faiga Sanele come from?” I ask, doing my best at trying to pronounce his name right.

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

Vincenzo asked. "Twenty," Vera murmured….. "Shut the fuck up and stop lying," Vincenzo yelled coldly. "I'm eighteen, but I will be nineteen soon," Vera snapped, rolling her eyes. Vincenzo smirked and turned to her…. "I will spare you because you are 18, and you just started your training last year, and you were able to take down one of my best fighters….

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. "Boss, the team is ready for the meeting," Helena, Vanessa's assistant informed her. "I'll be right there." Shrugging away all the unnecessary thoughts off her mind, she grabbed her file and other necessary things which she needed for the meeting and made her way out of the office. Twenty-eight years old Vanessa Greene, a resident of Chicago, a city in Illinois, was a smart, beautiful and hardworking woman. Her greenish-blue eyes, lilac soft lips, slender eyebrows, velvety eye lashes and glossy skin made her look very attractive. Her midnight black hair flowed over her shoulder and a perfectly shaped body added to her beauty.