Vanitas X Jeanne Novels & Stories

"Seth was arrested." "I heard," Tiffany replied, rolling her eyes. "He's being charged for fraud and blackmail. Apparently, he was also involved with the woman who jumped off the building." "Willow," I said. The three of them fell silent, leaving their hands suspended in midair. "That's right… Willow," Quinn murmured as she placed her hands on the table. "One of our seniors during our freshman year. I even attended her funeral." "Me too," Rosalie chimed in. "Her mother was crying her heart out."

Elvira exclaimed. “You know him?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “We met under an unfavourable circumstance.” “Sage Winters,” Vane said and fire emitted from his mouth. His voice burned at me. “You will come with me. Lord Saturn demands your presence.” Xena hurled knives at Vane. He made no effort to dodge them as the entered his torso and one entered his throat. I watched in awe as Vane pulled out the sharp knives from his throat and smiled. The blade melted in his hand and dissolved. He did the same to the remaining three.

The power of the Vane name was a drug, and I was beginning to enjoy the high. A week had passed since the incident at the jewelry store, and the city was buzzing with stories of the "Golden Ghost." I spent my mornings in Xavier's office, learning the intricate web of his holdings, and my afternoons systematically dismantling the social standing of Elena and Tiffany. I didn't need to hit them; I just needed to take away everything they used to define themselves.

She came harder, juices soaking the seat. At the parlor, the artist—a guy named Jax with sleeves of ink—led us to a back room. "What'll it be?" The twins lifted their skirts, bending over the table side by side, asses out. "Matching tramp stamps," I said. "'Property of Alex' right above their asses." Jax nodded, prepping the needles. The twins held hands as he started on Vanessa first, the buzz filling the room.

Pallavi asked, placing her hand on mine with a frown. “Of course, they will be fine. Why do you think otherwise?” we heard a voice and turned to see Girish but we jerked back seeing two other people with him. “She is Rupa and she is Vani. Well, Rupa is my girlfriend while Vani is my best friend’s wife. I hope you know that, Pallavi.” Girish said, staring at her and then I felt the hand moving away from mine. “Will you stop your sarcastic tone and I am not his girlfriend.” Rupa said, walking towards us and sat in Girish’s place.

Vanity smiled at Gwen, who didn't appear to be in good spirits, and took the shirt she had desired from her. When she passed Gwen, Vanity said a few words that only Gwen could hear: "You will never be able to kill me again because you failed twice. I will rip their throats out, even if it is you.” When Gwen heard Vanity say those words, she became cold. Vanity had undoubtedly recognized her, and she herself had confirmed that she was the clone that her family had allegedly destroyed three years before. She was also the clone she had longed to meet and kill with her own hands.

Vanessa's dark eyes, calm face, and lips curled into a mean smile lit by studio lights filled the screen. My stomach dropped. “Good evening everyone,” Vanessa said sweetly. “I hope you’re all watching.” Adrian grabbed the remote and tried to turn the screen off, but no response. Nathan hit the side of the TV with his hand, but the video wouldn't move. “My name,” Vanessa continued, “is Vanessa Cross.” Leo’s grip on my hand tightened. “And today,” she said, raising her chin slightly, “the world needs to know the truth.” The room seemed to shrink around me.

Even in the dim light, I could make out the notification preview clearly. Vanessa Whitmore. Subject: Heard you finally got married I heard. We should catch up. I felt Xavier tense behind me. His hand shot out to flip his phone face-down, his jaw tight even in the dim light. “Just spam,” he muttered. “Go to sleep.” But my mind was racing. Who the hell was Vanessa Whitmore? And why had Xavier’s entire body gone rigid at the sight of her name?

Unseen continuity. Nathaniel experienced his own reckoning that winter. An old associate reached out, proposing a partnership that promised relevance and visibility. Nathaniel considered it seriously. He discussed it with Grace, not seeking approval, but clarity. “It would put me back in rooms I worked hard to leave,” he said. Grace listened. “Do you want the work, or the recognition?” she asked. He thought carefully. “The recognition,” he admitted. Grace nodded. “Then maybe it’s not time.” He declined the offer. He felt relief, followed by grief. Both were real. Both passed.

Pure and simple. "I’d do anything to see a man like Vane lose the only thing he actually values," Xavier whispered. He wrapped his arms around Phineas’s waist, the grip firm but lacking the bruising, desperate heat of Lucian’s touch. "He thinks he’s the only one who can possess you. He’s wrong."