Young Vanessa Hudgens Novels & Stories

It was obvious that he cared for her. Besides, she remembered that Elias was Mimi’s rumored boyfriend a few months ago. The pair must have some sort of unresolved relationship. Vanessa instinctively disliked Mimi. ‘This old bag is nothing more than an actress who’s managed to scrape through a little bit of popularity. She’s not young anymore. I may be just a model now, and I’m not as popular as Mimi, but I’m only 18. I have plenty of days ahead in the entertainment world. I refuse to believe that I’m no match for Mimi. In fact, I’m sure I can beat her, just by using my age.’

“I’m… I’ll be twenty in a few weeks.” At least, I think it was few weeks. I hadn’t been keeping much track of time. He scoffed. “If he had half a brain, he’d reject you.” “Yggdrasil,” Vanessa hissed. “We talked about this.” “We did, and I stand by what I said.” He gestured towards me. “She’s barely off a bottle and he’s too damn old, with too much responsibility, to be humoring this.” “The goddess has a plan,” Vanessa said.

Vanessa scoots over and we gaze at the map together for a while. "When are you going to move outta this dump, Mira?" I do not bother looking up. We've been over this a billion times. "Whenever I am able to afford something better." She heaves a sigh. "But you can afford something better. Or better still, you and Anna can come live with me." Vanessa owns a beautiful townhouse in Beverly hills, on the same street with Steve Harvey. She's also a proud owner of many other cute apartments scattered around the city. Let's just say her modelling career has been profitable.

Fiona added while her tone was booming with joy Listening to it, Vanessa blinked her eyes, unsure of how to react when Fiona continued, "Netizens from all across the world are clamoring for your debut! It's ultimately your turn to shine, my darling! Vanessa climbed off the bed and strolled to the refrigerator, where she grabbed a water bottle and brushed her hair leisurely while putting it up in a high ponytail. "Don't you think 'ultimately' may be an exaggeration?" she asked, scowling slightly when she heard Fiona's comments. On the other end of the phone, Fiona, who had been thrilled, was taken aback. "Oh, my goddess. I had forgotten that you've been famous for years."

Increasingly unnerved, Vivian found herself questioning the true intentions behind that cryptic smile. "Have we met?" Vivian finally queried, maintaining a steady tone despite the inner tumult she felt. "Oh, we haven't had the pleasure of a formal introduction. I'm Vanessa Hart," she extended her hand with elegance. Vivian hesitated momentarily before reciprocating the handshake, "Vivian Young." Vanessa's smile seemed to grow even more mysterious, "I've heard quite a lot about you, Vivian. You are indeed more captivating in person." Seeing Vivian's surprise and confusion, Vanessa quickly clarified, "I am a friend of Louis; we used to study together abroad."

I shout over the loud music, resting my head on his shoulder as we simultaneously walk away from all the loud noise. "We got a table over there, Amy is already there with Joshua and Amanda." "Amanda?" It's no surprise that Joshua is here with Lucas, seeing as they're closer in age than Joshua and Jason are. Joshua just turned 32 and Lucas is nearing his 25th birthday, so it's not really that much. Lucas and Joshua actually hang out a lot, that is how I got to know his better the last few years. He'd just come along on our night's out and nobody minded, till now.

Soft music hummed in the background, barely loud enough to cover the tension thickening the air. Vanessa sat on the velvet couch, one leg crossed lazily over the other. Her makeup was bold....dark liner accentuating her sharp eyes, wine-colored lipstick smudged just enough to suggest recklessness rather than carelessness. Her dress clung to her curves, short and daring, the kind she would never dare wear inside the Hale mansion. She had snuck out without anyone knowing, carefully preserving her good-girl image while spending the night indulging her wilder side. “What the hell is wrong with Lucas?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the room as she glared at the man standing opposite her.

​Vennessa moved swiftly, her pleated black skort fluttering as she lunged forward, executing a flawless, aggressive kitchen shot that barely cleared the net. ​"Let her look," Vennessa said. A cold, determined smile touched her lips. "Victoria Hayes thinks I'm the same university girl from years ago. She has no idea who she's dealing with now. If she wants to play chess with Ryan's life, she's going to have to go through me first." ​Lily missed the return, the ball bouncing away into the corner of the court. She stood frozen, staring at Vennessa with a slow, proud grin spreading across her face.

Hailey murmured, turning her head toward me while her technician began applying the topcoat to her toes, "did you see the class group chat this morning? You won't believe who popped up." I glanced over, curious. "Who?" "Vanessa," Hailey said, dropping her voice into a juicy, conspiratorial whisper. "Remember her? The absolute nightmare bully from high school who used to make fun of everyone's thrifted clothes and spread those awful rumors about you in senior year?" My brows furrowed as the memory surfaced. "Of course I remember Vanessa. She acted like she was going to inherit a fortune and run the world. What about her?" "Well," Hailey smirked, taking a slow sip of her drink, "someone posted

Becoming someone new. Or maybe just becoming someone better than who she was. On the train, she watches New York disappear. The city where she tried to take down a billionaire’s girlfriend and ended up taking down herself. Poetic. Pathetic. Fitting. She opens her phone. Deletes I*******m. T*****r. All of it. Vanessa Hart, influencer, is dead. Maybe Vanessa Hart, human, can survive. She doesn’t know. But she has eighteen months to figure it out.