Vanessa Pens Novels & Stories

Zenah raised her head and smile at her, "Thank you, Ma'am. I'm late because I went back to my apartment to put all of my items which I brought when I was doing some window-shopping." She heard her boss chuckle, "Okay. Is that so? Anyways, don't call me Ma'am. Just drop the formalities and just call me Vanessa-san." Zenah immediately smiled while nodding her head, "Okay, Vanessa-san. Thank you so much." "Okay, okay. Let's start with with with the photo shoot, B,y the way, you look like a goddess. What is your height?"Vanessa-san asked her. "I'm 5'6, " Zenah answered.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

VANESSA POV The moment I step into his restroom and close the door, I freeze. The girl looking back at me isn't the Vanessa I know. This Vanessa is taller. This Vanessa is toned. This Vanessa has vibrant brown hair that looks like thick silk. This Vanessa has tropical rain forest green eyes instead of pine forest green.

It's funny, how people can change. Vanessa looked at Kaylee in disgust. Her eyes flickered when she saw Kavinsky, Anna, Harry, an adult, and a young girl approaching them. She looked at Kaylee again. Kaylee did not even take a glance at her for once. 'How rude!', Vanessa thought in annoyance and stomped her feet as she walked away before Kavinsky would meet her there. * * *

Genevieve scrunched her nose as Pansy exhaled a long curtain of tar fumes, cigarette smoldering between her fingers as the shorter girl watched from the sink. "When?" Pansy's question was simple enough, voice curling through the silence of the bathroom before the space settled back into an absence of sound.

Leslie nodded and took a step forward when Vanessa quaked, "What about me?" "My attendants will be at your service, Miss... uh, what's your name again?" Lady P asked, forcing a smile on her face. "Vanessa... I'm Vanessa Williams, the only child of Nathan Williams," Vanessa replied, smugness evident in her tone. "Oh," Lady P said, not even batting an eyelash. "Anyways, Miss Williams, my attendants will be at your service," she repeated. "I have more important guests to attend to at the moment."

Vanessa's dark eyes, calm face, and lips curled into a mean smile lit by studio lights filled the screen. My stomach dropped. “Good evening everyone,” Vanessa said sweetly. “I hope you’re all watching.” Adrian grabbed the remote and tried to turn the screen off, but no response. Nathan hit the side of the TV with his hand, but the video wouldn't move. “My name,” Vanessa continued, “is Vanessa Cross.” Leo’s grip on my hand tightened. “And today,” she said, raising her chin slightly, “the world needs to know the truth.” The room seemed to shrink around me.

Arthur shouted all sorts of profanity against him, vowing to kick him out of Round Ten. “Is she worth it?” Vanessa asked him, her smudged mascara and foundation left black lines from her eyes to her chin. At that point, it was hard to take her seriously. Suddenly, Jin realized he had never seen Vanessa without thick makeup. He wondered if he would recognize her at all without the powder foundation, fake lashes and ruby red lips. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Julianne Sanders,” Vanessa said. “Is she worth losing your standing in Round Ten?”

Point of View: Elena "I need you to understand that everything I did for you was real, even the parts I'm ashamed of, and I need you to hear that before I tell you what I'm about to do," Vanessa said, and something in the careful steadiness of her voice told me this was a rehearsed line she had practiced alone, more than once, before finding the courage to say it out loud.

Vanessa wore a long, dark coat, her arms folded casually, but there was nothing casual about the gleam in her eyes. Tasha’s jaw tightened. “I’m not here to play your games, Vanessa.” Vanessa chuckled, a hollow sound that sent a chill through Tasha’s bones. “Oh, but that’s exactly what this is. A game. And you decided to play the moment you texted me.” Tasha’s fists clenched at her sides. “Then let’s skip to the end. Tell me something, what do you really want from me?” Vanessa’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Oh, I can see you still haven’t gotten your memory back,” she taunted, her eyes glinting with amusement.