Vanessa Pens Novels & Stories

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

I say as I begin to get up from my seat, but Erebus pulls me back down. “You are no longer welcome at this booth, Vanessa,” Erebus says in a commanding way. “That’s fine,” Vanessa says with an evil smile across her face before she turns to me. “Don’t think that you can ever measure up to me. I have been trained to be the Queen since birth. You are just a mistake that the Moon Goddess made.” Vanessa turns and walks away swaying her hips as she goes. “Queens don’t punch people. Queens don’t punch people,” I chant over and over while Erebus stares at me in amusement. “Can we please dance now?” I beg.

Ana said making Vanessa to gasp loudly. "N-n-no you don't have to t-think about it then. I-I-I know my p-papa he will come to save me. W-without me he never eats his f-food. I-I-I hope he will have his food and don't fuss about it to mama." Vanessa said sadly like a sensible and mature girl which she is when it comes to her loved ones.

Thirty. Kira was thirty today. And her family had done all of this. For her. Vanessa threw her phone onto the passenger seat and started driving again. Fast. Too fast. She didn’t even know where she was going until she found herself heading toward the coast. Toward the water. The letters in the sky were still faintly visible, pointing the way like a beacon. Vanessa followed them. Twenty minutes later, she pulled up to a private dock. There were other cars parked nearby. People standing around, talking, pointing at the sky.

He should feel honored that he was taking extra notice of him. Once Ashton was weakened, it will be easy to take him down. In fact, Kelly had sealed the whole villa and no matter what Ashton did, he won't be able to escape. He had planned for too long, he wasn't about to let anything disrupt his plans. ... "Ashton...." "There is wolfbane all over the place. Can you teleport us somewhere safe?" Ashton said. His consciousness was on and off and he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open. "Wolfbane....? But why can't I feel anything?" Maya asked. She was perfectly fine. She knew how lethal that thing was. How could she not be affected?

Vanessa was embarrassed after being scolded in front of everyone, her expression slightly pale. She desperately wanted to look for a hole to hide in at that moment. She never expected Elias would scold her that fiercely in front of others without any care for her ego. Vanessa was unlike other women of her age, who were foolishly naive, cute, and in a fantasy, where they wanted to have a relationship filled with love. She was not foolish enough to pursue something superficial and hollow.

* Picking up my dinner which consisted of a fried chicken and vegetables, I made my way over to the corner where our table sat. After my therapy session crashed and burned, I took a shower and cleared my head, burying the memories once again. “So Ava, how was your first day in RBMS?” Veronica asks picking on her burger and fries. “Eh, nothing much. Just a therapy session.” “Who’d you get as your therapist?” Connor asks with his arm over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hayley…something…” I forgot her surname. “Seriously!” Caleb exclaims and I give Rhea a look asking her to explain.

*** VANESSA'S APARTMENT Vanessa sat at her vanity table, focused on getting ready. She brushed her thick black hair, her gold earrings shining in the soft light. She had just found out about an award event and decided to attend. Vanessa put down the brush and leaned in close to the mirror. She applied a light layer of foundation, blending it carefully. She added a touch of blush to her cheeks and finished with a soft lip color.

Vanessa said, "I refuse to believe it." The blonde woman looked down at her own chest. Somehow though all of this, I'd lost track of the fact Vanessa was naked except for her necklace. Vanessa's breasts were fantastic, like the rest of her. But she touched her own tit like it was a sad, popped balloon. "You have to introduce me to your guy," Vanessa said, "Whoever did these for you should be sainted."

I had the vision but the people of Paris were the ones that brought me to life. They are the reason Evelyn Daniels is written at the bottom of every brochure, why it is being spoken by strangers all night long. I continue reading through every piece and try my best not to think of how I wish he was here to see it all.