Vanessa Kirby Plastic Surgery Novels & Stories

Vance sat next to Vanderbilt. She could feel the revulsion rolling off him in waves. “Great,” he’d muttered, so only she could hear. “Partnered with the charity case. Try not to get your poverty on my specimen.” She focused on the frog, her hands steady as she made the initial incision with the scalpel. She was good at this; the precise, clinical focus was a refuge. “You’re surprisingly deft with a blade,” Kaelan observed, not helping, just watching her with cold curiosity. “Maybe you have a future as a back-alley surgeon.”

His entire body tensed, not with hatred, but something worse. History. Lysandra smiled. “Relax, Draven. I just wanted to congratulate you. You’ve finally caught yourself a healer.” Her gaze slid to Vanessa, slow and poisonous. “Pretty little thing. No wonder you’re guarding her.” Vanessa stepped forward, anger rising. “Did you kill him?” “Oh, no. Someone else got to him first. But I did leave you a message.” She tossed something onto the marble. A heart. Charred. Still smoking.

Third person's POV Tabitha was used to Alvin calling her by name. Hearing him call her "doctor" made her wince. "Use a different name," she said. "May I know your name, Doctor?" "Vanessa." Wait, what? Alvin nearly choked. "You're Vanessa? The all-around physician?" An "all-around physician" was a rarity—doctors usually specialized. But Vanessa wasn't just rare. She was legendary. Alvin had first heard her name last year when she became one of the few surgeons capable of performing interdental artificial cornea surgery.

The man yelled and slammed his hand on the table. " Rex cool down, we will strike when the time is right, we need lots of preparation you know old soldier never dies, we need to have a solid plan for the mission " Vanessa said and stood up form her seat. She pulled off her fur jacket and her sexy body was showing. She was putting on a Transparent black gown with no undies, shark could clearly see everything and he swallow a Invisible lump. No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships.

Apart from being a few centimeters less than Lea, Vaya's appearance is very similar to Lea, even the way she does makeup and dresses. Vaya smiled and at that moment everyone could see the difference between them. Vaya reached out to shake hands with Lea, but Lea didn't care. Lea bowed slightly and looked closely at Vaya, then smiled sarcastically. "The doctor who performed plastic surgery on you must be pretty good. Did Fely pay for your surgery to look like me? Ah, I have to give you a warning, Ms. new model from Echo entertainment, you have to be careful, don't let your career and life be at stake to recoup costs of surgery paid for by Fely, because she will not ask for money as a substitu

Vanessa said, "Whoever did these for you should be sainted." "They're mine," Ariana said, her voice barely a whisper. Both Brian and Vanessa kept feeling her breasts. They moved around, lifting and stroking, like a personal, multi-handed exam. "They're not... I didn't have them done." "These are real?!" Vanessa goggled. "There's no fucking way." Ariana smiled demurely and looked away. Then she gasped.

The night was pitch black, and Vanessa returned very late. Fortunately, Evelyn wasn't waiting for her downstairs. After taking her medicine upstairs, Vanessa booked a flight, planning to have the surgery elsewhere to keep it a secret from everyone. At this moment, this was her only option. This incident had hit her hard. Her body was already fragile, and the doctor had warned that the surgery was risky, potentially causing lifelong damage if anything went wrong. Vanessa didn't care. She wouldn't keep anything related to Julian near her.

“Pager’s going off for both of you. Another MVA coming in. ETA ten minutes.” Sawyer didn’t look at her.“Scrub in, Dr. Monroe.” Vanessa nodded and walked out without another word. The second case was faster. Cleaner. A teenager with a punctured lung. After the surgery, Vanessa got ready to go home. She was fucking tired and she also wished to avoid Sawyer. But what she didn't expect was to bump into two eye sores.

**Vanessa's POV** I surveyed the hall; the decorations were falling into place just as I'd envisioned. We were halfway through the setup. As I stepped into the room, the soft glow accentuated the hazel depths of my eyes, reflecting a mixture of curiosity and quiet confidence. Cascading curls framed my face, an intricate dance of chestnut waves that whispered tales of their own. Freckles, scattered like stardust, adorned my skin, each one a unique constellation tracing a map of experiences. With a smile that held hints of both mischief and humor.

For Vanessa, it was a source of consuming fury. Vanessa was twenty-six, unmated, and possessed of the particular brand of confidence that came from being beautiful and knowing it. She was tall and dark-haired, with the kind of physical presence that typically made her the center of attention in any room. She'd been one of the original twenty volunteers....had, in fact, been one of the first to put her name forward, before the list had even been formally circulated. She'd spent two hours preparing before Catherine's message came back: Lord Raphael's thanks, but no.