Vanessa Pens Novels & Stories

Vanessa didn’t look up when Lydia walked in. She was perched on her bed, laptop open, fingers moving fast over the keyboard like her life depended on it. Only thing missing was the smoke rising off her head Lydia raised an eyebrow. “Wow” she said, dropping her bag on the floor with a thud. “Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?” Vanessa kept typing. “Don’t start. It’s due by midnight and I haven’t even written my introduction.”

Her long legs were crossed, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her expression the perfect mask of disinterest. For the first time in his career, Kelvin Carter seemed momentarily stunned. “And you are…?” he asked, trying for smooth charm. Vanessa finally lifted her gaze, cool and sharp. “Vanessa. Elena’s best friend.” She leaned back, lips quirking. “Don’t bother trying your usual lines. They won’t work here.” Elena’s jaw dropped. “Vanessa!” But Kelvin only looked more intrigued. He let out a low laugh. “A sharp tongue. Interesting. I like that.”

She was a cunning woman though and hid her surprise well. "Capo. Thank you for allowing me to represent my family." Vanessa gave me a sultry look as she sat. She leaned forward, revealing her chest to my eyes. Normally that would have been a turn on, but it immediately had me thinking of how perfect Viv was. Her small frame and large perky breast were fucking delicious.

“Scribble right here.” I raise an eyebrow at the audacity she had to say these things to me. I have nothing to say to her because it is what I’ve been practicing to say to her. At first I thought she was innocent but Vanessa Dave doesn’t look innocent to me and certainly doesn’t say things an innocent girl would say. Control? Eros West cannot be controlled. I decided, pulling out the permanent marker from my breast pocket. It is there for emergencies like this.

She tried to lose herself in the flow, in the comforting scratch of pencil against paper. But the door creaked open, and silence swept the room like a storm. Vanessa. She walked in like she owned the place—heels clicking, hair flawless, eyes scanning until they locked on Aalia. Aalia kept her head down, pretending to focus on her sketch. But her pulse betrayed her, quickening in her ears. Vanessa crossed the room slowly, deliberately, the sound of her heels louder with every step. She stopped at Aalia’s table, her shadow spilling across the sketchbook.

B demanded. “Fuck this.” Vanessa muttered before rolling out from her hiding place and fired at the other two men that stood at Mr.B’s back. Mr.B dodged against the front desk from getting hit by her gun, before Draco came out of his hiding place to attack Vanessa. They went first to fist, but as usual, Draco was never a match for Vanessa. Even though it took relentless training to be the second best, there's still a reason why she's first. Why she is Pandora.

Vanessa turned slightly, looking out at the city again. Thinking. Calculating. Then she smiled. Slow. Dangerous. And when she turned back there was something new in her eyes. Something Alexander hadn’t seen before. Not fear. Not hesitation. But strategy. “What if we let them?” Silence. Alexander frowned. “Let them what?” “Use me.” “No.” The answer was immediate. Sharp. Final. Vanessa didn’t back down. “Think about it.” “I don’t need to.” “You do.” She stepped closer.

That moron is more into naturally beautiful women and this girl is… is just not that. Sander and I looked at each other, aware that the mere mention of Klaus’ name brings trouble. Shena shifted on her four-inch stilettos, completely uncomfortable about the dirt and noise in our worksite. She breathed out. “I’m here against my will, alright? He paid me a good amount of money to relay a message, among other things.” She murmured the last three words, almost to herself. Reaching inside her bag, she pulled out two phones and tossed the devices in my direction. “I don’t even have any idea what a burner phone is,” a shaky chortle left her bright red lips, “and Klaus said,” raising her fingers in t

ThE ViNiAn 👽 Hey cutie. Where you at? I need to ask you for a favor asap. Who is this? Is there any other person in this world that would think you're cute? Vanessa. You bloody Motherfucker. I know it's you, Channing. What do you want? Your head, on a platter with french fries as a side order. Where are you, princess? I need to ask you some questions so get your pear shaped ass in the cafeteria. And why should I listen to you?

“You don’t understand. I shouldn’t be here, Ma’am. I’m human.” That made Penelope stop what she was doing and look at her as she took a deep breath. “Take a seat,” Penelope said. Ava let out a breath as she did as she was told. Finally, someone had believed her. She would be back home in her bed by tomorrow if the return journey was as long as the one that had brought her to the academy. The door opened, and the man who had spoken at the assembly walked in. He paused briefly when he saw her, and his eyes narrowed. In her hurry to be heard, she had forgotten that she had probably unwittingly pissed him off in the assembly. She looked down at her shoes.