Vani Fanart Novels & Stories

T*****r thread from a verified account. **Hi. I worked with Ariana Vale at Vertex Media. And Vanessa Hart is lying.** *I’m the former colleague Vanessa claims gave a testimonial. I didn’t. In fact, I never spoke to her. These ‘documented instances’ she mentions? Fabricated.* *Ariana was one of the most collaborative, generous coworkers I’ve had. She stayed late to help others meet deadlines. She shared credit. She lifted people up.* *Vanessa Hart is lying to damage a woman who rejected her narrative. Don’t let her.*

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

“That must’ve been so terrifying for you… So painful…” … Matt stood in the freezing wind until his legs went numb. The biting cold cut straight into his bones, a sharp reminder that it was all over. The girl who once loved him with all her heart belonged to someone else now.

I’m exhausted and Tim hasn’t texted me since. “You look despondent Caleb.” Vanya says, spotting me by the Spirit Halloween pop-up store. “Perfect,” I say “then I won’t even need a costume.” “Uh-uh not this time.” She says sipping aggressively on an iced chai. We hit the Halloween pop-up store the kind that smells like latex and capitalism, and we immediately split into different directions. Vanya ends up with this glittery fairy thing, iridescent wings, purple mesh skirt, rhinestones in questionable places. It’s giving slutty Tinker-bell.

Viviana laughed softly. Her light blonde hair flowed in soft waves just above her shoulders. She wore jeans similar to Valentina's. Her features were more intense, her skin was a porcelain shade, and her full lips were enhanced with some light makeup. "Valentina Moretti. It’s been ages. " Viviana smiled before wrapping Valentina in a hug. I felt puzzled and caught Nico fiddling with his rings. He looked just as confused as I was. When they finally released each other, Valentina beamed at Nico and me.

“You bled silver under the moon. You healed a mortal child with your tears. Do you even understand what that means?” I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened slightly. “Let me go.” He did, instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. His expression didn’t change, but his aura flared, dragon heat and wolf dominance woven together. “Tell me your name.” “Vanessa.” “Vanessa,” he repeated slowly, tasting it like a secret. “You’re not from any of the four kingdoms, are you?” “Four?” He gave a slow nod. “The Silverclaw in the East, the Nightbane in the West, the Moonveil in the North… and my kingdom, Blackflame, to the South.”

/It was very brief but I hope his fearful face was enough for you, BaoBao. BaoBao giggled non-stop. [It's more than I could hope for from a demon lord! Besides, I can reproduce that image for myself now that I've seen it. Thank you Vanora!] Vanora turned away from Vlad before he could see the soft smile gracing her lips. /As long as you're appeased. Now, it looks like manipulating shapes seems kind of pointless besides using it to entertain and scare./

Status: Cleared. A white-tier token. White tokens are standard issue. They aren't stamped with high-pack crests like Jakob's Blue Moon badge, nor are they linked to diamond bloodlines like Uriel or Regis. White tokens belong to the unranked students. The quiet ones. The ones who sit near the back of the lecture halls and keep their heads down. Or the ones who pretend to be fragile, helpless flowers sitting quietly beside the Harvest Moon heir. Willow. A cold sensation spreads through my chest, starting in my lungs and bleeding outward into my fingertips.

Now I was sure my wife was about to erupt. "I'm sorry, I have to do this," Vanessa said. She reached between the two of us and cupped Ariana's oversized boob. The beautiful blonde shivered slightly as she made contact, like touching my wife's breast had given her a tiny orgasm. "Brian, you have to feel this." Without even a word, my co-worker reached around Ariana's other side and cradled her tit. "Nothing can be that huge, full and firm, yet so perky," Vanessa said, "I refuse to believe it."

Garret spat, not hiding distaste. “I am not acting tough.” The girl spoke, then she turned to Greta. “Greta is it? I am Vanilla” Even her name sounded distasteful. Greta hated girls like this the most, fake creatures who pretended to be pitiful. Vanilla walked closer to Greta. “You are right, I am a weak human, there is nothing I can do to you, nor do I even want to do anything to you. But the word applies to the both of us, you are the one with the strength.”