Novel & Cerita Vanessa Ray On Blue Bloods

She looked at her own hands, then at me, her face twisting into a mask of pure madness. "You were supposed to move, Vanessa!" she shrieked. "He was supposed to watch you die, just like his father did!". Ray’s breath was hitching, bubbles of red foam at the corner of his mouth. "Vanessa... I’m sorry," he whispered, his hand reaching up to touch my cheek with a warmth I hadn't felt in six years. "I was so... blind". Ray’s POV The pain was a cold fire spreading through my ribs. I looked at Vanessa, my true mate, and realized I had spent my life listening to the lies of others while the truth was standing right in front of me.

“Oh come on, it will be fun right when you know you cannot stop from kissing me back and would like to go deeper—“ “Okay, I think I have my deal of this,” I said before I was putting the syringe to his vein. I pushed it through his skin as Aaron gasped. I did not think it would hurt him but I guess he was a human after all. I pulled the syringe before the blood was filling the syringe. It was blueish red that gave the name of blue blood. It was not like abalone but it was considered blue. “Now, that’s settled. Time for the payment of my sample,” he said before I was putting my hands on his chest. I did not move it but somehow it was moving on their own.

he said, looking at Coralis. “Ooh hey, Frank! I need to come to Montreal just to meet you. If you’re referring to the night she returned to you covered in vampire and goblin fluids from head to toe, yes, it was that night. The vase saga started about 2 weeks prior, but that night, Blue’s cursed replica got stolen and we took in the three prisoners I mentioned.” “Princess Veronica, right?” “Yes, but no. I’m Veronica to you. Blue told you about us, that means she needs to take you to The Bloody Velvet. Don’t worry, we won’t bite you.”

“What the hell” Vanessa didn’t look away from Ray. “I’ve been tracking Kayla for months. Knew she was getting help. Knew it was someone close. When I found out it was you…” Her voice hardened. “I waited. Let it play out. Wanted to see how far you’d go.” Ray’s face twisted. “You’re ruining everything.” “No,” Vanessa said. “You did that.” She zip-tied Ray’s wrists with practiced efficiency, clearly not her first time.

“Maybe.” I continued glancing around the room, searching for more evidence. This hadn’t been where I thought my investigation would lead me when I had entered this room, but now I was determined. I felt like I was onto something. I was sure of it. There! On the trophy shelf, among her other awards, was a small certificate for blood donation. Vanessa had given a gallon of blood over the course of several donation visits. How generous. I didn’t care about that. What interested me was the blood type written on the card. AB+.

"You need authorized access or someone with Melvanie's bloodline to get through." Shit. "How do we get authorized access when Melvanie's the one who'd have to authorize it?" "We don't." A new voice, cold and flat, comes from the far end of the corridor. We spin around. Vanessa stands there, alive and whole, looking exactly like she did before Zane supposedly killed her. "Miss me?" She smiles, but there's something wrong with her eyes. They're vacant, glassy, like she's there but also not.

Ryder begins trailing kisses down her neck, and she squeezes her eyes closed before pushing him away. She pushes the Beta to the left and rolls to her right, climbing out of bed. “Leave! I'm not giving myself to you again. Never again! I may be a sex-driven vampire, but I won't stoop so low and give myself to someone who doesn't even want me! Get out!” Vanessa yelled as she pointed toward the door. Ryder looked at her in shock. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stepped back. “GET OUT!” Vanessa yelled, and Ryder turned and walked away.

The color drained from Cassian’s face. Instantly. Selena’s heart stopped. Because the dark blue vehicle belonged to someone they all knew. Someone who had been involved from the very beginning. Someone standing inside the mansion only hours ago. And as the realization spread through the room, nobody noticed Vanessa slowly lowering her head. Or the tears beginning to form in her eyes. Because the name on the vehicle registration read: VANESSA REED.

Damian's pov As I stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted me was a blend of chaos and charm. Nora, my eight-year-old daughter, was standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach into a cabinet while Blue, the woman who had inexplicably turned my night into utter bliss, was packing a lunchbox. It was amusing to see Nora’s disdain for the task juxtaposed with her enthusiasm for watching Blue Bloods. She claimed it was as satisfying as ASMR, whatever that meant. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, taking in the scene. Their interaction was a curious mix of playful bickering and warmth, and I found myself unable to look away from fromBlue.

No, I wouldn’t let them see that. “I’m fine,” I said, forcing the words out. Davian didn’t argue. That was worse. A guard’s voice echoed down the corridor. “Subject is awake.” Footsteps followed. Measured. Confident. Calculated. My body tensed. The quadruplets did too. And then She appeared. Vanessa. Her silver hair was pulled tight, her expression cold and controlled as always. But this time… there was something else in her eyes. Interest. Calculation.