Young Vanessa Hudgens Novels & Stories

His entire body tensed, not with hatred, but something worse. History. Lysandra smiled. “Relax, Draven. I just wanted to congratulate you. You’ve finally caught yourself a healer.” Her gaze slid to Vanessa, slow and poisonous. “Pretty little thing. No wonder you’re guarding her.” Vanessa stepped forward, anger rising. “Did you kill him?” “Oh, no. Someone else got to him first. But I did leave you a message.” She tossed something onto the marble. A heart. Charred. Still smoking.

She looked pretty angry "Well like i said, i just found out yesterday, so how could i have known?" "I have a sister?" Caleb asked speaking for the first time looking all giddy "Go to your room Cal" I ordered "Why should he? He should stay and listen to everything, we shouldn't hide anything from him, like yourself" Rhea lashed out "And can i simply ask, who's this daughter of yours?" "She's actually..." Was about talking but Vanessa beat me to it "Hi, i think I introduced myself wrongly" she drew Rhea attention to herself "I'm Vanessa Holland, daughter of Logan Young and Caroline Hart, though they birthed me, they never did act as a parent towards me" She said boldly

All in all she was a beauty. Although I was feeling confused I continued to watch her and listened to whatever she was saying. "I am Vannessa when I am like this. Ain't I beautiful?" This time she became a black skinned girl with sparkly brown eyes and fluffy curly black hair. Her lips were a mixture of brown and pink at the middle. She had a mole just below her left eye. She also looked about eighteen years old. I wouldn't say that she was tall or short, she was just average.

“We’re back now. No more leaving.” Behind them, Titi stood in the open doorway—Vanessa’s little sister, seventeen going on thirty, arms folded, eyes wary. Same high cheekbones as Vanessa, same full mouth, but where Vanessa’s face usually tried to soften everything, Titi’s looked like it had already learned how to cut. “Welcome,” she said simply, stepping aside.

Tiana asked feeling a tinge of panic sprout in her chest. “ You keep caring about decency while I go get laid”, Venus replied. Tiana so desperately wanted to interject but saw that it wasn't her place. Plus he was definitely older than her. He looked about nineteen at the most and she wasn't even a teenager yet. Of course he'd like Venus. Despite being over a hundred she looks his age and she's not ashamed to show how hot she is to everyone. Women or men alike. Soon she heard the sounds and she felt her eyes sting a little. She allowed herself one tear before she went to seat next to Jess and burry her sad self in her warmth.

It's just platonic. I'm nurturing all my friendships. **** "I have great news!" Vanessa is sitting in my front porch when I get home. She's wearing some denim shorts and a yellow crop top. How does this woman look like a teenager at thirty? "What is it?" "Sit." She says, pointing to the leather sofa on the porch. "We have to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" She sits across from me, a glass of wine dancing in her hand. She flips back her hair and grins happily.