Vanessas Dread Assignment Novels & Stories

Vanessa leaned lightly against Adrian's desk before looking directly at me. “I hope the little incident this morning didn't scare you too much, scholarship girl.” My brows furrowed instantly. “What incident?” “The dead student, obviously.” She shrugged carelessly. “Blackridge can be overwhelming for new students.” The way she spoke about someone's death made my stomach twist. “Someone died,” I said coldly. Vanessa simply tilted her head slightly. “And?” I stared at her in disbelief. Adrian's expression hardened immediately. “Vanessa.” “What?” she asked innocently before looking back at me again. “I'm only saying she should learn to mind her business if she wants to survive here.”

031 It was past midnight. Vanessa woke up from a very terrible dream. In her dream, she saw the ghost of Issabella chasing her with a knife; she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. “Just another bad dream,” Vanessa thought upon waking up. She looked around the unfamiliar room and wanted to scream, but then she remembered that Andrea’s mom had actually allowed her to pass the night there. With one hand, she dabbed the sweat which didn’t seem to be leaving her face. She looked around the room once more and stood up.

The interior is quiet different from the exterior design. The place that looked like a family living room, converted to were they use as a meeting center, it is painted black and red with scary posters and drawings of bones and skulls, spider webs, snakes and scorpions. I took my time to reexamine the place while the boss stared at me like there was something amusing on my face. His second eyeball was scary and because of that I tried to avoid eye contact with him. "So, this is your first assignment, and if you do it well, you get a great reward, you also get a plus because you haven't undergo any training whatsoever." The boss uttered still staring directly at my face.

gave in Zed Then the evening continued on a few banalities until the moment of farewell…… Vania slept soundly. She had a dream in which she saw herself running holding a little girl of barely 5 years old in her hand. A monstrous man was in pursuit. She cried out for help but no one came. The monstrous man was about to pounce on her when she let out a scream as she woke up. She was dripping with perspiration. She got out of bed, heart pounding, poured herself a glass of water. When she put the glass down, someone knocked on the door. She went to open. It was his mother and she was dressed in red pajamas…. Suddenly Vania felt nauseous again....…..….. To be continued

Ophelia's eyes were more than delighted to break the news. But Vanessa's eyes were filled with nothing but dread. Her fears were perceptible as she snatched the phone from Ophelia ending the call. "Don't please. He doesn't want me." Vanessa said with tears brimming in her eyes. "But you won 'The Chase'" "I didn't win anything. This is no contest. I don't want any trouble. Please. Alexis is only going to make life miserable for me." Vanessa hung her head. Ophelia's gaze was dark and she scorned.

*********************** Vanessa's POV, I have barely spent a day here and he is already going after innocent guys. I hope he does not kill every man in Italy because I would definitely continue to make a lot more male friends. I am sick of here (the restaurant),he should just drive me down to my prison yard so I can finally have some peace and quiet. He was out with his mother, she had asked him to have a talk with her at the car. I was stuck here with the question asking freak,Didi. She had been busy washing trending videos on the I*******m app. I was happy with that because I wasn't ready to talk. I stood up to go talk to Robert, he just walked past our table and acted like he did not see

Vanessa said, looking around the office. Adrian continued reading the document in front of him. “It’s necessary.” Vanessa leaned back slightly. “You always were ambitious.” Adrian didn’t reply. Vanessa watched him carefully. Then she spoke again. “Aurora seems fragile.” Adrian looked up slightly. “What do you mean?” Vanessa shrugged lightly. “She faints easily.” Adrian frowned. “She was exhausted.” Vanessa smiled faintly. “Maybe.” But inside her mind, Vanessa was carefully planting seeds. Seeds of doubt.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

VANESSA Vanessa had changed apartments three times in eleven months. Not because she liked moving but because fear made permanence impossible. She stood near the window of her hotel room, watching early morning traffic crawl through the city below. Her suitcase remained half-packed on the bed. Always ready. Always temporary. Her phone vibrated. Unknown Number. Vanessa stared at the screen. Then declined the call. Thirty seconds later, it rang again. This time, a message appeared. **You should've destroyed the flash drive.**