Vanessa Pack Novels & Stories

she whispered. Win raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned in closer, her voice turning low and seductive. “You always liked Victoria, right? I’ll let you sleep with her. In return, you delete every single video and image you have of me.” Win stared at her for a moment, then laughed. “That’s a good deal. But how do I know you’re not bluffing?” Vanessa reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She held it up in front of his face.

“I only needed your name to secure the throne, and now that I have it, I have no need for a woman who can’t even shift.” My sadness twisted into confusion. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned forward and snatched my bag from my hands. She pulled out a brown envelope and smirked. “A wolfless Luna is a liability. Thank you for transferring the pack to us, Evelyn. Guards!” She yelled. “Escort the stray to the border.”

Vanessa looked up at me, considering my words, and I flashed her a smile. "Since you think I am back to take Trevor, then you should make me leave. He's not going to let me leave, but you can do that. You are the luna after all, don't tell me that you can't even kick someone you don't like out of the pack?" I asked her, pushing her buttons even more. "What are you saying? Of course, I can do it!" Vanessa said, sticking out her chin. "Then, do it, find a way to get me out of this pack," I said to her.

But every second that passed reminded me what was at stake if Damian suspected my loyalty was faltering. So I started looking. Drawer by drawer. Shelf by shelf. My movements were careful, practiced, the kind that came from years of survival, not curiosity. Vanessa’s things were scattered neatly on the large wooden desk. A stack of books, a few sketches, a half empty glass of water. There was something almost innocent, about her space untouched, fragile, painfully human. I opened the first drawer and found letters. Most were unopened. A few were from healers and pack members, small notes of encouragement and support. I set them aside, moving to the next drawer.

But the damage was done, doubt had already been planted in the heart of most of the elders, they had already fallen for Vanessa's trap. Vanessa turned to Garrett and tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “Father, if the council will not protect the pack, then we will.” "And how do you intend to protect the pack alone?" An elder asked. "By telling the pack the truth that they deserve to know about their so-called "Luna" who is nothing but a despicable, cheap slut!" Vanessa slammed back. "It is actually no news to the pack, more like they already know what she is and I am sure that they would still not want someone like that to lead them." She smirked, the room filled with heavy silence.

I can’t afford to make an enemy of the Elders. “I would do this for any member of our pack. If you won’t view it from a point of morality, look at it from a point of strategy. She knows all of the inner workings of this pack. She helped rebuild it. If she fell into the hands of a rival, or ended up dead, we would at the very best lose a valuable asset.” I hate reducing Vanessa to a mere trump card. But it’s the only thing I can think of to get them to agree and I need them to make their decision immediately.

Although as vampires we were meant to blend in, Vanessa never got that memo. She stood leaning up against the door frame talking to Mum and Dad. As they moved out of the way, she sauntered in. She was wearing black leather trousers with a matching jacket and a low cut red tee tucked into her waistband. She was already tall for a woman, at least five foot eleven, but her four-inch heels made her tower over even my dad. Her raven black hair came down below her shoulders and hung loosely. By far her best feature was her ocean-blue eyes, framed by naturally long black lashes.

said Jack kissing her hand and Val blushed. “Thank you, Sheela started her own company which is Parker Industries but no one knows about her real identity” said Val smiling “You all are really something else baby. You can be in spotlight wherever you go but you chose to stay hidden. I am really impressed baby” said Jack raising his eyebrows

Suppose this pack was not attacked. "I wonder, does Alpha have Alpha friends from the werewolf pack?" "There are only two Alpha werewolves. Alpha has a lot of Alpha rogue friends. Alpha also knows a King Lycan." Viola holds her sleepy daughter in her arms. Vanessa blushed and tucked her face into her mother's neck when I pinched her gorgeous chubby cheeks. Vanessa's thick, wavy hair blows in the breeze. She looks so beautiful. I'm wondering if my older brother has a child already.

“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?”