Vanessa Kirby Plastic Surgery Novels & Stories

“Zayne is back to normal. If he cares about that girl, then it’s Gabriella's place to worry—not yours. You had your little orgasm. Now get over it.” Ava hissed and stormed out of the room. Venom took a long sip from her wine glass and turned to their mother, eyes gleaming. “Guess what? I got the useless sacks removed. Wanna see?” She yanked open her shirt without waiting for a response. Two surgical scars ran across her flattened chest. “Tada.” Their mother gasped and covered her mouth. “What… what have you done?” she whispered. “Where are your beautiful breasts?” “Haha! Mother you are so old school.”

Over the years I could always count on Vanessa even when my biological parents couldn't be bothered. Vanessa was great. She had natural platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She kept in shape by eating right, jogging, and yoga. She had the body of a model, with firm DD breasts and an ass that women strive for and men salivate over. Honestly, she had the type of body that p**n stars, strippers, and bimbos work towards. She also had a near-constant smile on her face, at least when she was with me. She worked from home doing something with Wall Street investments online. She must have been good at it because she never had to ask my dad for money.

At the same time, he called one name, the only person he trusted to handle this case. Vanessa Hartono. The twenty-six-year-old doctor was known as one of the finest surgeons at Mahatara Medika Hospital. Her hands were precise, her decisions swift, and her reputation had earned her the title of the Angel Doctor. The moment she received the emergency call, she rushed over without hesitation. Inside the operating preparation room. The white lights glowed coldly, and the air was filled with the scent of antiseptic. Vanessa wore sterile clothing, her steps quick yet controlled. As she approached the operating table, her eyes immediately took in the patient's condition.

Victoria picked up the passport, opening it to see her photo, an old one, from before the fire, alongside a name she didn't recognize. "And third?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Eva touched the medical forms. "The contact information and preliminary consultation paperwork for the best reconstructive surgeon in Europe. He's already reviewed your case photos and believes he can help. Significantly help." Victoria's hand trembled as she reached for the medical forms. "Surgery?" "A series of them," Eva clarified. "All expenses paid. The first consultation is scheduled for next month, if you want it." Victoria's throat tightened. She stared at the papers, unable to form words.

At the hospital, Vanessa stayed by Vivian's side throughout the entire procedure: stitches, bandages, and even a blood transfusion. When she was finally out of danger, the doctor warned that she would be left with a permanent scar. Vanessa, naive, was moved. She got hurt because of the company... Vivian smiled inside. That was exactly the impression she wanted to make. She knew that Vanessa, who was close to Jackson, could become her bridge to something bigger.

she assured her. Vanessa nodded with a forced smile on her lips. Doctor Steve soon approached the bed, holding a syringe filled up with a whitish substance. “What is that?” Vanessa asked, watching the doctor who was standing in front of her. “This is supposed to make your tummy grow bigger like that of a pregnant woman,” he replied with a hoarse voice. “You shouldn't be asking questions, just part your legs and let him insert it,” Sara chided her. “Insert? I thought it was an injection?” Vanessa asked, looking at their faces in dismay.

Veronica startled, nearly dropping the makeup tools in her hands. "Wow, it's quite a coincidence that you're opening these tools," Kirana exclaimed, approaching Veronica, who was clearly surprised by her visit. "What do you mean, sister?" Veronica asked nervously. "Veronica, here's the thing. I have a beauty event with my friends, and I'd like to focus on the theme of a woman's natural beauty," Kirana said, sitting next to Veronica. "But I'm not beautiful, Sis," Veronica said dejectedly, gazing at her reflection in the mirror. She had a slightly brown complexion, resembling ripe sapodilla, with a non-prominent nose. However, Veronica had oval-shaped eyes with long eyelashes and perfectly sha

"Two million dollars," I said. "I know. I have the money." Winter's savings, combined with everything I'd earned working in her place, were just enough. The procedure was far more complicated than the last one. This time, I wasn't just changing my appearance. I was completely discarding Winter's facial structure and rebuilding it to match Sabrina's bone structure. I spent six hours inside the machine. It felt as though someone was demolishing the house beneath my skin and constructing an entirely new one in its place.

Gabriela froze, recognizing the woman immediately: Vanessa, Ruby's biological mother, the one who had vanished years ago. Vanessa stumbled forward, her breath hitching in sobs as she reached Ruby's side. Gently, reverently, she cupped the girl's pale cheek with trembling hands, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "Oh, my baby," she whispered, tears spilling freely onto Ruby's gown. "I'm so sorry. I'm such a terrible woman. I should have been here—every day you needed me, every single moment. Forgive me, Ruby. Mommy's here now. I'm so sorry, baby." Her voice cracked on the last word, her body shaking as she leaned down, pressing her forehead briefly to Ruby's before the nurses sh

I want blood on this plate. The conversation is minimal and grating while we wait. Vanessa talks about her newest role at Icon PR. She’s recently been promoted to VP of security strategy. “Does that role include sending anonymous blog tips?” She demurs, laughing softly, like she’s too classy to deny anything outright. She never admits to anything. That was always part of the appeal. And the problem. Her lips curve into the seductive smirk that killed me when we met. “A lady doesn’t blog and tell.”