Vanessa Pens Novels & Stories

Vanessa vs. The Architects The sky cracked open. The Architects—beings past time, past reality—had ultimately observed Vanessa. And they didn’t like what they saw. “ERROR.” Rachel whispered, “Did they simply say error?” Vanessa smirked. “Oh, I love that.” Then—she attacked. The Battle of Will Vanessa didn’t use weapons. She didn’t hearthplace bullets.She rewrote reality. The air around her burned with uncooked energy. The wasteland twisted, reshaping underneath her feet.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

“You made it." Vanessa exhaled heavily. “Barely." Adrian stared at her in disbelief. “Vanessa?" She looked at him briefly. “Hello, Adrian." "What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same question." Elena's expression hardened immediately and Vanessa noticed. "I know. You don't have to say it." Vanessa said calmly to Elena. Elena folded her arms. “No. I don't." Marcus stepped forward. “We don't have time." Vanessa reached into her handbag and removed a small flash drive.

I already even have goosebumps on both my arms’. After staring at Eric for a while, Vanessa finally couldn't control her emotions. She scolded him, “What don't you understand, Eric? Aren't you the smart one? I'm a hacker. And I am the genius you're talking about. Can't you see that?”.

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.

** Vanessa’s Next Move** Vanessa sat in her sleek penthouse office, her fingers drumming on the polished desk. She stared at the photograph in front of her—a candid shot of Michael and Clara from their balcony dinner the night before. “They think they’ve won,” she murmured to herself, a sinister smile spreading across her lips. Her assistant entered, carrying a folder and a sense of unease. “Ms. Reeves, the investigator found something.” Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as she grabbed the folder and flipped it open. Inside were documents detailing Clara’s past—old secrets she thought had been buried forever.

His fists, clenched on his knees, tightened even more as he sat on the chair. “She is an engineer,” Vanessa went on, her voice thick with the poisonous hate of her plan. “ She plans bridges, towers, skyscrapers that are meant to be the mark of her power.” Vanessa began to move, her silk robes flowing about, the sound of her footsteps echoing off the huge window before her. “Just think, Tyler. Tyler, think of the headlines if one of her towering structures discovers a crack,” Vanessa said as the curve of her wicked smile on her face became more clear. “The headlines if one of her works is destroyed.”

Vanessa smiled revealing her set of perfect white teeth but Evelyn sulked and left the room. "Recall, no matter where you hide in this big mansion, I can still telepath to you" Vanessa currently behaved like an annoying sibling. "I hate your guts" Evelyn telepathed, not stopping her march to her room. Vanessa shook her head. "Well, have a goodnight rest and sweet dreams" Vanessa hugged one of the four pillows and flew to la-la land. Author's note:

Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as if she was searching for a response that refused to come, her expression shifting between confusion, anger, disbelief, and something she clearly tried to hide but could not fully suppress, something that looked very much like unease. “You thought you had already won,” I continued, my voice still low and steady, almost gentle in tone but sharp in meaning, “but this time I am here to stay, and there is nothing you can do about it.” Vanessa’s laugh broke out suddenly, dry and cutting, not warm or amused but deliberate, the kind of sound that was meant to provoke and unsettle rather than connect, and she tilted her head slightly as if studying

The first two days passed in sweet torture. Vanessa was everywhere. She cooked breakfast in tiny silk robes that barely covered her ass. She did yoga by the pool in sports bras that struggled to contain her massive tits. She bent over constantly picking things up, loading the dishwasher, reaching for high shelves giving Ethan devastating views of her cleavage or the way her yoga pants stretched across her fat ass.