Vanitas X Jeanne Novels & Stories

I can feel the immediate change in the atmosphere. Jami freezes completely. Her cheeks burn a deep, agonizing red, and she drops her silverware into her lap. "Vanessa, please don't," Jami whispers, her voice so small and broken it makes my jaw tighten. "What? I’m just trying to make you feel better," Vanessa laughs, a malicious sound as she throws her shoulders back to show off her own slender frame. "Some guys actually prefer a girl with a lot of extra skin, right? It's honestly so sweet how hard she tries to dress up, even if she doesn't really fit the usual aesthetic for guys who drive cars like yours."

“She thinks she has strings in her hands. But she forgets—I own you. And I don’t share my possessions.” Vanessa’s Reflection In her own room, Vanessa poured herself another glass of wine. She set the half empty bottle beside the photograph now returned to her vanity. She hummed softly, gazing at her reflection, at the perfect curve of her smile. “Oh, Damien,” she whispered, sipping slowly. “You’re not the only one who knows how to pull.” The photograph gleamed in the lamplight. The strings coiled tighter.

the woman introduced herself, wearing a long-sleeve fitted dress. "Hi, I am Craven Steven Vera, a Bervel and the lightning user," "And Xenon Vamir, Vlader and the fire user," Xenon introduced. "And we are..." “THE XEDIAN!” And that's when the students shouted because of admiration. They seem to have lost their minds. The people next to me also screamed, especially Shantelle. Adrian is also getting involved.

Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar. King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him. A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady. The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.

I closed the tablet and gripped the edge of the silk duvet. The "soft" girl who cried over broken nails was truly dead. And Yvette Swan, the murderer, was a ghost. I looked at the album Joel had given me. My lips parted slightly as a quiet, broken whisper escaped. “I’ll kill them…” Not quickly. Not mercifully. But piece by piece. Just like they did to me. Tomorrow, I will meet Isabelle’s world. And one day, I would show Vanessa exactly what a real murderer looked like.

Deleting the girl who could be hurt. "You're a cold bitch, you know that?" Vane’s voice was low, almost admiring. "I'm a Master Manipulator, Vane. There’s no room for ghosts in the boardroom." She dropped the charred remains into the mud and ground them in with the heel of her boot. "The Council thinks I'm a victim. Abram thinks I'm his mirror. They're both wrong. I'm the one who survives." Vane stood silent for a long moment. He looked at the grave, then at the woman standing over it with dead eyes. He let out a long, heavy breath.

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

She added dark sunglasses and grabbed her black bag bag. Twenty minutes later, she walked into The Ivy. Jenna was already sitting at a table near the window. She looked up when Vanessa approached and her eyes widened. “What the hell?” Bitch who died? Jenna said. “Why do you look like you’re mourning? What’s with the all black and dark shades? What’s happening?” Vanessa sat down and took off her sunglasses. Jenna gasped. “Girl, you look like shit.” “Thanks.” “I’m serious. What is going on?”

Vanilla's father died when she was fifteen years old and Xaviera chose not to remarry until now even though Vanilla doesn't mind at all if she has a stepfather. Xaviera is a strong woman, since her husband died she raised Vanilla with her own hard work from the cake shop she started from zero until now it has become one of the biggest bakeries in Barcelona. Vanila Bakery has ten branches spread across various strategic locations in Barcelona. Vanilla wants to be like her mother, to be a strong woman who doesn't depend on anyone and only has one love in her life.

The kind of swimsuit that cost more than a car and looked like it cost nothing at all. “I was wondering when you’d show up,” Xavian said, pulling himself out of the pool. Water cascaded down his chest, and Nyx understood immediately why Vane had been friends with him. Xavian was beautiful in the specific way that made you forget about consequences. Like looking at him was a form of danger you’d willingly walk into. “I wanted to talk,” she said. “Alone.” “Vane’s going to lose his mind.” “Probably,” she agreed. “But he’s working on the Milan communications network, and that gives us about forty minutes before he realizes I’m missing.”