Vanessa Ray On Blue Bloods Novels & Stories

But something was off. Leonardo and I stepped into the conference hall, our presence commanding without effort. I was dressed for authority—black silk, tailored perfection, the kind of elegance that didn’t ask for attention but demanded it anyway. Leonardo walked beside me, effortless in his composure, sharp in his assessments. And then, from across the room, I saw her. Elena Vasquez. A name whispered in select circles. A woman with influence, with connections, with an interest that had never been directed toward me—but toward Leonardo.

The engine was still running, and the privacy partition was raised between the driver and us. I hadn’t noticed the car stop. The last few minutes had passed with my mind trapped somewhere between Nessa, Vanessa, and the toxicology result that had no business pointing me toward a dead woman. Vanessa had been half-asleep in my bed, twelve years ago, reading one of those strange medical articles she liked to collect, her hair all over my pillow and a pen between her fingers. She had tapped the page and said, almost lazily, that if she ever needed to kill a man, she’d choose that one.

The woman laughed, "The only reason I'm going to turn a blind eye, for now, is because of Em…." "Water." Caleb croaked, "I need water." The two women stopped and Shirley hurried the other one out the door. When she was about to leave Shirley dragged her hand. "A fair warning. Don't try to be a hero. Shit like what you did earlier is what sends people to their early graves. Keep off my business." Vanessa snatched her hands from Shirley's hand and stomped out. "You're welcome to try running your mouth about today's events!" Shirley called after her, then burst into maniacal laughter.

Although as vampires we were meant to blend in, Vanessa never got that memo. She stood leaning up against the door frame talking to Mum and Dad. As they moved out of the way, she sauntered in. She was wearing black leather trousers with a matching jacket and a low cut red tee tucked into her waistband. She was already tall for a woman, at least five foot eleven, but her four-inch heels made her tower over even my dad. Her raven black hair came down below her shoulders and hung loosely. By far her best feature was her ocean-blue eyes, framed by naturally long black lashes.

She turned her back to him, and headed back inside the house without a care. “Can I at least get a little—” “Don't make me repeat myself Brian” her voice echoed from inside. Well, they definitely had history. And just as it was for the rest before her, there was still bad blood. Oh well, didn't care in the slightest. Vanessa stayed by mu side until we got in… and I saw the heap of men laying unconscious in the living room. Rebecca stepped on them like the weren't even there, heading unsurprisingly for her built-in bar.

Then she bent over and clutched at her heart. “Father… Mother… it hurts…” she cried out weakly. Everyone began to swarm around her. My father picked her up and made quick strides to the door. When he walked past me, he gave me a cold glance and demanded, “Follow me. Vanessa needs your blood now.” My limbs grew cold as he left and my heart shattered at the next words Vanessa spoke, “It’s because you’re my personal blood bank!”

Sheila’s POV Tonight, the air felt heavier than usual, as if something dreadful waited to happen. Vanessa sat at the head of the table beside Adrian, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. She had chosen a silk gown the color of blood, her favorite way of drawing attention to herself. The other staff and I served quietly, moving like shadows. I kept my head lowered, but my eyes were everywhere. I had learned that survival depended on watching before speaking.

Something tells her that Manuel was in the mansion, her heart couldn't just rest not knowing his whereabouts. Vanessa decided to find Adrian Incase she didn't see Manuel. At this point, desperation grouped her, all she wanted was to find Manuel!. When Vanessa reached the Living room, it was as dark as midnight. No lights were turned on and she could barely locate the switch. Right there, she began to have a flash recall of her nightmare. It all happened right here in the dark living room where she saw Manuel laying on a chair with blood coated on his clothes.

I informed. “Yes, but I’d ask, will you willingly let Vanessa go to Black Rose to be with her mate?” Ray enquired with raised eyebrows. My sister huffed. “I am a Royal Princess, why do I have to move?” “Then do you expect a Delta to leave his pack and be with you?” Ray raised his voice a bit. Vanessa was speechless, she glanced at me to help her out but I was interested in that answer as well. “She can always visit Black Hills when she likes. Being with her mate shouldn’t be a problem.” I replied Ray.

“I don’t—” “Get me some blankets. Lay him down, quickly.” She dug out a knife. Vanessa reared back. The woman shoved her aside. Van groaned as he fell to the ground. “Stop it!” “Is there a golden wolf here?” She asked not looking up. “Family? Someone who can give blood.” “I’m his mother,” Vanessa said. “Male relatives are better. Golden wolves are better.” She pulled out a vial and cut Van’s shirt open. She opened it with her teeth and poured the contents over his chest. He hissed and arched up.