Vanessa Pack Novels & Stories

Then her eyes darted to me. Not kindly. Oh. Oh, she knew. She smiled, slow and venomous. “I see.” I clenched my tablet until my fingers went numb. Drake’s voice turned colder. “Let’s proceed.” She walked past us, hips swaying like she was performing. I kept my face neutral, but my insides… My insides were shaking. Vanessa Torres was everything I wasn’t. Gorgeous. Powerful. Experienced. Untouchable. A woman men like Drake were supposed to be with.

Vanessa stood beside me like a supervisor, her eyes full of disdain. "Just dump them there," she said impatiently. "Hurry up and get out. For positions this low-level, we'll just outsource in the future. No need to keep freeloaders around." I opened the drawer and began packing my personal belongings. I didn't have much—just a mug and a small cactus. When I put a tube of hand cream and a packet of brown sugar ginger tea into my bag, Vanessa suddenly rushed forward and snatched the backpack from my hands.

Kiara heard the bed squeak as she got off it and watched her legs move towards the mirror. “Am I also not deserving? What does she have that I don’t?” Vanessa said as she took a deep look at the mirror. Kiara was confused. What was Vanessa going on about. “I’m a high ranking female and a member of the pack, do I not also have claim to Denzel.” Kiara’s eyes widened but she made sure to swallow the gasp that was about to escape her lips. “Yea so what if they grew up together? That would make them more of siblings than lovers.” She let out as she walked back to the bed and sank herself into it.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

Summer The Grand Ballroom of Eastern University was a masterpiece of old-world academia high vaulted ceilings, dark mahogany paneling, and massive oil paintings of long dead university presidents staring down at tables covered in white linen and silver. But at Table Four, the atmosphere was pure, modern venom. "Jaxson," a soft, breathless voice purred as we approached our seats. I looked across the table. Vanessa Vance was already seated, looking exactly like the half a million follower influencer she was.

she was clad in a short pink dress and was smoking a cigarette. “Well I made it,” I said. . She took me back into the crowded party, my eyes vibrated with the loud music and sweaty bodies all around us, “Glad you came. You look hot.” “So do you,” I yelled but I'm not sure she heard. Vanessa was right at the middle of the party, jumping in the air with Leslie and a couple of other girls. She wore a mid thigh body hug strapless purple dress with a sequin that made it sparkle. Her purple hair all over her face from the jumping in the air.

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.

"I need to talk to you. It's important. It's urgent. It's about Sanders. It's about everything. It's about the war you're fighting. It's about how to win. It's about how to end this." Vanessa. She walks in. She looks different. Lighter. Freer. Her hair is shorter. Her clothes are simpler. She's not wearing armor anymore. She's not wearing the mask. She's not pretending. She looks like she's finally breathing. Like she's finally free. Like she's finally herself. Like she's finally alive. Like she's finally home. "Vanessa. What are you doing here? How did you find us? You're supposed to be off the grid. You're supposed to be gone. You're supposed to be safe. You're supposed to be invisible. Yo

When she couldn’t find anything, she decided to create one. Vanessa receives a text under the table. Her phone vibrates. She smirks. “Is she here?” the message reads. Vanessa types back, Almost ready. Layla laughs faintly beside her, unaware. Vanessa watches her sister’s smile, the innocence she despises, and mutters quietly, “Let’s see how pure you’ll be after tonight.” “I’ll be right back,” Vanessa said, heading to the restroom. Inside, she made a quick call. Her lips curled into a cold smile. Then she slipped a small packet of powder from her purse and returned to the counter.

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.