Novel & Cerita Young Vanessa Hudgens

Down on the ice, Ethan raised his hockey stick as his teammates surrounded him in celebration. The crowd chanted his name again. But suddenly the noise shifted. Students started cheering even louder. Lila already knew what that meant. Vanessa Hart had arrived. Sure enough, the stunning blonde appeared at the edge of the rink, dressed perfectly as always. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders, and her bright smile instantly captured the attention of half the arena. Vanessa was beautiful. Popular. Untouchable. And she was Ethan Ryder’s girlfriend. Lila quickly looked back down at her notebook.

But thankfully, Hazel did remind her about the check she prepared. Vanessa put her hand on her handbag and was about to take out the check when Hazel said to her as if she was consulted, “But if it’s a check, it’s at least a seven-figure sum, right? Joshua is very generous, and his girlfriend’s position is worth such an amount. If it’s less than eight-figure, it’s a bit embarrassing and not very attractive.” Vanessa’s fingers froze. The Young family had just come through the crisis, and she didn’t have that much money. This check for Hazel was only a few hundred thousand dollars.

Scanning her from head to toe from her sneakers, and dull blue jeans to the oversized grey hoodie and scoffed. “I’m Vanessa,”

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“I’m not. So can you please monitor her every day and when you find out that she’s a threat, report her. ” "Okay, noted." “One thing, I would like to get her profi ---“ “Done that,” he smirked. “Cassandra Yiel. 18 years old. March 28, 1995, and #000 Heaven Street, oh that’s weird. She was accepted here with just that information. She must be something.” “There is nothing else and where the hell is heaven street. Does that even exist? ” I said, frustrated. “That’s all I could find, Vlad. If you want to know, go ask her. ”

Camila's P.O.V The view of El Matador State Beach was breathtaking, it was a treat to come here for photoshoots. I enjoyed being a model, modeling for Vogue and Teen Magazine, I loved every part of that career, of course, Quinn models also, she was the first one, but when I reached around ten or eleven, my Mom made me do it. Here I am today, a successful influencer, I've never lied about personality for fame, I was honest and genuine to my fans, I had to be. My grandparents taught me well, while my parents were just overjoyed that I joined the family clique, unwillingly.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. "Boss, the team is ready for the meeting," Helena, Vanessa's assistant informed her. "I'll be right there." Shrugging away all the unnecessary thoughts off her mind, she grabbed her file and other necessary things which she needed for the meeting and made her way out of the office. Twenty-eight years old Vanessa Greene, a resident of Chicago, a city in Illinois, was a smart, beautiful and hardworking woman. Her greenish-blue eyes, lilac soft lips, slender eyebrows, velvety eye lashes and glossy skin made her look very attractive. Her midnight black hair flowed over her shoulder and a perfectly shaped body added to her beauty.

“He’s not good with people.” Vanessa waved her hand dismissively. “Oh please, He’s just fine. We all have our pace.” Her smile was bright; it was so easy to see how delighted she was to rub it on Giselle’s face that her daughter was better than hers. Giselle’s shoulders tensed. If they hadn’t been at the public playground and no people were watching, she would have responded negatively to Vanessa’s words. It’s clear what she’s doing here. “Hazel is a talented child,” Vanessa spoke boastfully. “She could play both the piano and the violin, and she also knows a little ballet from her recent ballet lessons.”

Vanessa paused at the sound and smiled calmly, “President Kensington is too gracious; I, the talent scout, have failed.” She didn’t shy away and admitted it openly. Luca looked at her with disdain and sneered, “That’s because President Saxon lacks the strength.” She wasn’t angry, nor did she acknowledge his arrogance, “Well, let’s see who laughs last!” Vanessa was completely different from five years ago—decisive and confident, radiating a unique charm and allure. However, the naivety and blind admiration for him in her eyes had disappeared, leaving him with an inexplicable feeling of being choked up, unable to express it.

Vanessa's eyelids fluttered open, and a weak smile formed on her lips when she saw Elena. "Hey," Elena whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "You have no idea how much we've missed you, Vanessa." Tears streamed down Elena's cheeks as Vanessa squeezed her hand weakly. It was a gesture that spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken bond they had formed during their time together. Elena had come to love Vanessa as if she were her own daughter, and the thought of losing her had been unbearable. As Elena sat by Vanessa's side, they shared stories and laughter, their voices filling the room with a renewed sense of hope. Elena marveled at Vanessa's resilience, her strength in the face of adversity.