Vanessas Dread Assignment Novels & Stories

a sickeningly sweet, entirely insincere voice rang out. I looked down in shock. Dark, oily beef broth and long, yellow noodles were plastered across my chest, soaking rapidly through the thick knit of the turtleneck and burning the sensitive skin underneath. I looked up, my eyes watering from the heat and the sudden pain. Standing in front of me was Vanessa, a junior from the business department who had famously harbored a massive, unrequited crush on Lance Hayes since freshman year. She was holding a crushed Styrofoam cup, a cruel, triumphant smirk playing on her glossed lips.

"Back off, Barbie. Don't you have a soul to sell somewhere?" Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Just a warning. Professor Black is strict. He eats girls like you for breakfast." She bumped her shoulder against mine as she walked away, her heels clicking like a ticking clock. "Witch," Larry muttered. He turned back to me. "Ignore her. But seriously, Maya. Fix this. Whatever it is, fix it. You need this degree." "I know," I said, my voice shaking. "I know." The bus ride home took forty minutes. It was enough time for my panic to turn into dread.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I’d lose my job—even though I don’t necessarily need this job, I’d also blow my cover in the human world, everything I’d built to escape BloodMoon pack’s claws. Veron, my father, would love this—a reason to drag me back, to break me again. I gripped the podium, my knuckles whitening, and droned on about medieval trade, my words mechanical. Students scribbled notes, oblivious to the storm in my chest. Vanessa, in the front row, her black hair gleaming, shot me a smile, her blue eyes predatory. I rolled my eyes in disgust as I turned back to the rest of the students to give them an essay. She never knows when to give up her pursuit, does she? Two hours later the bell rang, a shrill blade slici

The reminder that they were building something while I was still trying to piece myself back together. It wasn’t supposed to hurt like this. Not anymore. But it did. It really, really did. “Cute dress,” Vanessa purred, scanning me up and down like I was a rejected mannequin. “But I would’ve gone a size up. It's a shame to see your desperation trying so hard to pass off as confidence.” Lucas’s eyes flicked toward me, but he said nothing. Vanessa gave his arm a possessive squeeze, then turned her full venom back to me.

we all exclaim, trying to take in everything the king said. "No! This is not happening! Tell me, Drake. I was just dreaming, right? Didn't I wake up and everything would be fine? Sophie isn't missing, right? She's not really in danger because of us, right?! Right Drake?! Tell me that this is just a f*cking nightmare! Drake tell me!" said Vanessa while crying and holding Drake's shoulder and slightly shaking Drake's shoulder, who was also clenching his fist. Drake didn't answer her and just hugged Vanessa, who was still crying.

The fake tears I shed contained half of the truth because the recollection of the attack brought me terror. Dante growled to protect me because she knows nothing. "She is a human Omega, Graves. She has never even seen a shift before yesterday. She was terrified. She passed out in the mud before the fighting even finished. "Is that true? Vanessa interrupted. With her heels making sounds on the hardwood, she walked toward us. "You fainted, Maya? That sounds... convenient. Her overpowering scent of roses and blood made her loom over me. "Look at me" Vanessa commanded.

“What… what happened to you?” Vanessa lowered her gaze, trembling fingers clutching the empty cup before her. “I… I don’t even know who I am anymore. Every night… I dream of Deviana’s face staring at me. I hear voices mocking me, calling me a liar, a destroyer. I hear whispers even when I’m alone.” Her eyes welled with tears. “I… I’m losing my mind, Adrian. I don’t want to break completely. Please, help me before it’s too late.”

Slipped into a tight black dress, loaded her weapon, and stared at her reflection. —This time, Dino. You’re going to understand what you lost. And then, you’ll beg to die. Vanessa walked out of the apartment without looking back. —When a woman loses everything… she’s no longer afraid to burn it all down. I’m going to make you burn in hell, Dino Ferraro, —she threatened, closing the door like someone signing a will.

Yet she remained undaunted. Overwhelmed with anxiety, Vanessa sat at her desk, holding her head in distress. Candice wheeled her chair closer and asked gently, "What's wrong?" Vanessa held her job dear, her voice tinged with sorrow as she said, "Candice, every single one of my drafts got rejected." With a reassuring smile, Candice patted Vanessa's shoulder. "Mine, too. Don't worry." "But how can I not worry? If I don't make a breakthrough soon, I'm definitely going to be laid off next."