Vanessa Pens Novels & Stories

You can come to my homeroom by that time. "What homeroom?" he asked. "32B," she said and turned to leave. "Okay. Before you go, what's your name?" "My name is Vanessa," she said and left him standing there when she sensed footsteps. She didn't want to get in trouble in case it was a teacher coming. Colton went to the library to wait. He wanted to read something to pass the time but couldn't concentrate. He really hoped Anna would be okay.

“You said we could help each other. What do you want from me?” Vanessa leaned forward, lowering her voice. “I need someone who knows the Blackwoods. Someone who’s been in that mansion, who understands how things work there.” Evelyn frowned. “Why? What are you planning?” Vanessa smiled slowly, but her eyes were cold. “Let’s just say I have unfinished business. And I need someone I can trust to be my eyes and ears.” Evelyn tilted her head. “And what’s in it for me?” Vanessa slid a small brown envelope across the table. Evelyn looked at it, then back at her.

“I know you've got your eyes on big things, but the Alpha’s mate, seriously?” "What, isn't that what we're here for?" The woman, Vanessa lifted her chin proudly as she spoke. “Come to think of it, if the Alpha pays this much for just one night, imagine what his Luna would receive.” “And you think you’ll succeed where everyone else failed?” Vanessa shrugged elegantly. “Who knows?” She flipped her hair, clearly confident, and from the way she acted and everything, you'd know she was a proud bitch. “And you, Blonde? Don’t you have any plans with the Alpha?”

And for the first time in a long time, he stopped pretending he did not understand what that meant. End Hook: Vanessa stood in a dim room later that night, speaking into a private call, her voice low and controlled. “She is not just a story anymore,” she said. A pause. Then colder. “She is becoming a movement.”

The sound of dragon wings filled the air, the roar of beasts signaling the start of something far greater than anyone could predict. Vanessa took a breath and straightened her back. There was no going back now. If she was going to be the weapon, then she would wield it herself. To be continued...

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

With a heavy sigh, I noted her thick metal glasses hung at the end of her nose as she looked down at the stapled papers in her hand. “Vanessa Thomas.” She glanced up from the paper to take me in before glancing down once more, her finger drug over the lines of student names until falling on my own. “Ah, yes,” she muttered before she turned towards one of the boxes on the floor, pulling out a yellow manila envelope and holding it out to me. “Here you go. Next!” Bedlam wasn’t known to be one of the friendliest places in the world, but I enjoyed it here.

GAVIN I’ve spent most of my life controlling narratives. Make it clean. Make it sharp. Make it disappear. But tonight? Tonight, I let it unravel. No regrets. Vanessa went down like the universe handed Parker a gift-wrapped opportunity, and she didn’t blink. Execution. Delivery. She tripped Vanessa like she was born to do it. Then she handled it like a pro. Kneeling beside her. Brushing her hair back. Asking if she was okay while smiling like an angel.

She justified. "Then let me be the judge of that." He said. "You are nice to me and you will obviously tell me they are good." "If they are good, I will tell you that they are and if they are not, I will tell you the truth. So, may I have your sketch pad?" Vanessa sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." She disappeared to her closet and came back almost immediately with a sketch pad. Well, it wasn't a sketch pad, it was a book where she put down crazy designs and sketches.

“Ms. Hale is here to see you.” “Send her in.” The door opened a moment later. Vanessa stepped inside in black pencil skirt, cream silk blouse, red lipstick, heels that announced every step. She looked immaculate and controlled. But I could see the faint tension around her eyes, the way her fingers flexed once at her side before she clasped them behind her back. “Mr. Kane,” she said, voice even. I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled, and studied her. “Have you cleared your desk?”