Vanessa Pens Novels & Stories

she added, closing her eyes. "Why do I have to suffer, it's not even worth sleeping for. This place is so small for me." Vanessa stomped her feet. "They didn't even give us food to eat first!" "Shut up and sleep. Oh, another one, don't you dare sleep beside me." Ashleigh said and put her earphones on. Vanessa rolled her eyes and went beside Ivory. "You wish, I don't want to sleep beside you either," she replied. IVORY'S POV:

Alpha Alexander’s POV Observing Vanessa, I witness the aftermath of a day steeped in tears. Her delicate fingers gently wipe away the remnants of an emotional storm, her eyes swollen from the weight of persistent weeping. They tell a story of anguish and heartbreak—heartbreak caused by me. As I watch her pain, an unexpected twinge of guilt flickers through my consciousness. Could this be remorse for the turmoil I knowingly inflicted? I dismiss the thought almost immediately; why should I feel guilt for someone I plan to discard, a temporary presence in my grand scheme?

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.

Vanessa squealed, her legs crossed as she sat on her chair. "Yeah. That's pretty much it Vanessa, Don't Tell me you didn't remember a single thing from all that's Happened?" Mrs Jones asked "Nay, all I remembered was going home that night and.... And I think I saw a ghost or whatever and by the when I woke up, I was at the realm and y'all were around me!" Vanessa replied while we all had our mind diverted towards the elevator door which beeped and opened, revealing Rio who emerged from it and approached us

I slide a look to Aaron, wanting to gauge his take on her plan and I almost laugh at his expression. He’s trying very hard not to look as impressed as I feel. As she speaks, Vanessa is enraptured in passion. It’s obvious that she takes great pride in strategizing, and that she’s thought things through thoroughly. She doesn’t mumble, doesn’t stumble over a single word. Instead, every sentence is clear, concise, and certain. Suddenly, the weak and frail girl I brought into the infirmary has disappeared and all I can see is the person who has come up with an impressive strategy.

“I’ll start finding out tomorrow.” Vanessa stood up one last time and went to the mirror. She looked at herself closely and gave a small, bitter smile. “Savannah, wherever you are,” she whispered, “I’ll find you. One way or another.” Then she turned off the lights and lay down, but even as her eyes closed, her mind refused to rest. Outside, the night was calm, but inside Vanessa’s heart, a new kind of fire had started — a fire of curiosity and jealousy that would soon change everything.

As if the day couldn’t get worse. Vanessa’s eyes flicked up, a smirk already curling on her face like she knew something I didn’t. “Oh look,” she said loudly, “the pet’s out of her kennel.” Daniel barely looked up from his phone. Typical. I turned to leave—nope, not in the mood—but Vanessa’s voice pulled me back. “You ran into Elena, didn’t you?” she called. I froze. “She’s… how do I put it…” Vanessa’s voice turned sugary sweet, “an absolute crazy bitch. And don’t let the beauty fool you, darling. She bites harder than she smiles.”

“You’ve been drinking. You should go sit down.” “I will. But I thought I’d offer some advice first.” She leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Be careful how high you pretend to perch, Elena. People might start wondering how you got there in the first place.” I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. I just stared her down. Vanessa’s eyes sparkled with something that wasn’t just malice. It was knowledge. Or maybe the suspicion of it. The thrill trapping her prey right before going in for the kill.

Vanessa said. Jessica arched her eyebrows resignedly and glanced at Vanessa and Adam. She said slowly, "Adam, do you know that the recording pen is a good tool?"

The woman beamed, sprinting up, “Hello! Are you Cal’s assistant?” Penelope walked to her desk, “Yes I am.” “Oh wow! You're a pretty one. Vanessa Dawson, you?” Vanessa stretched forth her hand and Penelope's jaw fell. Vanessa…Dawson? As in…Calvin's sister?! She had seen her on I*******m, but she was even more beautiful in real life. And it was now she noticed the resemblance. “Hi ..hi, nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Penelope Adams,” Penny shook her hand shakily and the girl giggled.