Young Vanessa Hudgens Novels & Stories

One girl eyed her as she approached an empty bed. "Is this taken?" Lucy asked. The girl shook her head. Lucy sat down, noting the socket and small table beside each bed. "Hi," the girl greeted. Her short bob framed her striking doe eyes. "I'm Vanessa." "Lucy," she replied, grateful for the conversation. "You're a dancer too?" "Yeah, we all are," Vanessa shrugged. "You must be new. Any questions?" Lucy shook her head. People often underestimated her, thinking she was inexperienced. It worked to her advantage sometimes.

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.

I turned slowly, taking in as many deep breaths as I could. Blossom Baxter, Vince's younger sister, stood barely a foot away from me looking glamorous in her Pink Gucci off-shoulder midlength dress, pink Jimmy Choos ankle-length boots, pink Chanel purse, and Tiffany jewelry, her makeup was perfect and her blonde hair styled. She looked like she had come right off the runway or at least from a toy box because she looked like Barbie unlike I, who was dressed in a ratty t-shirt, that hadn't been washed in two weeks, with a pair of faded blue jeans, my good old vans, no jewelry and my hair up in a messy bun. Blossom had been away for years, touring the world on her father's money, the last time

he answered them “ Mrs Vanessa Hudgens, please can you show us the picture?” One of the journalists asked. She showed them an old picture of Mr Harrington and her in their youthful years. “ So all this was because of revenge,” one of them asked. “ Yes please so let's do something about it before he plans to destroy all companies” Sera's dad answered. Ava called,” Girl, Alex's dad!” She exclaimed.

I rubbed her raven hair and gently grip her chin to raise her head. "I am Miss Vanessa." A smile teased my lips. "Miss Vanessa. I like your name." She seemed excited, and I chuckled, watching her pupils enlarge in excitement. "Yes. How old are you?" With a puzzled look, I heaved a sigh at her question. She was sure a curious child. "Twenty-three years old," I responded. Her eyes widened, and she jumped happily. "Do you know why I'm so happy?" She asked, still jumping happily. "No, I'm shocked too." I replied, my ears were itching to hear what the little bundle of joy had to say.

“What Miss Voss? She was switched at birth. The real Miss Voss died a long time ago.” Rose’s tone dripped with disdain as she said this. “I don’t know what kind of spell Julian is under.” Harvey remembered that woman. When he accompanied Rose back to M City, Harvey had seen Vanessa. Back then, she was named Voss, a lofty heiress, a golden leaf. She played the violin beautifully. Harvey had attended that concert and remembered her at first glance. After the performance, he went backstage. Julian was there as well. Vanessa had changed out of her concert attire and was clinging to his arm, acting like a spoiled child. “Julian, how was my piece? Was it the best?”

Damn, she was one lucky girl. She sang in the shower and danced with an excited Hunter who could sense she was happy. She got into bed with Hunter who had been sleeping in her room ever since Leonard was admitted into the hospital. Vanessa fell asleep thinking about Greg. That night she dreamt about him. In her dream, Greg came to her and kissed her so passionately he set her body on fire.

Horns blared, lights flashed, and the entire student section went wild. Vanessa Reyes stood among them, heart bursting with pride. At nineteen, she was the envy of every girl in the school. Flowers clutched tightly in her manicured hands — deep red roses she’d spent her last paycheck on — she screamed at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down in her tight school sweater that hugged her full, perky breasts and short pleated skirt that showed off her long, toned legs. “Noah! Noah! That’s my man!” she yelled, voice hoarse but glowing.

Uh, it's Vanessa? Ew! Her voice is annoying! "Nice to meet you too. Have a seat." Sab says while smiling at her. "Thanks." I get more and more annoyed when Vanessa sits beside me and Khai sits beside Von, across to me. What the hell. Argh! "I heard that you are a varsity cheerleader," Steph spoke. "Yes. I am. By the way, I'm Vanessa. Second-year college, from class A." "Oh, you are a senior," Sab says.

As for Vanessa, I'll deal with her later. Yvette's fingers curled into fists of rage. Upon noticing Yvette's resentment, Cindy wanted to stop her from acting rashly but Yvette brushed her aside. She then strode towards Vanessa. 'I don't believe someone as lowly as Vanessa can be friends with these people! She is just a pauper, after all. Miss Hudgens must have mistake her for this Ms crystal and Vanessa just played along with it for her advantage! ' "Vanessa Lawson!" Yvette walked up to her and raised her voice.