Novel & Cerita Young Vanessa Hudgens

TESSA'S P.O.V. Georgina, Diana, and I had a simple plan to remove Vienna's poise. She speaks as if she already has many things to tell. As if she already knew what it feels like to be earning millions. She doesn't know anything! And that Hudson guy even gave her the exposure to speak in front of the crowd as if she's a total personality. She's just starting her career! She's not there yet!

"Look at the target." I lo⁠oked ahead. At the f‍ar end of the⁠ room, on a rais‍ed stage, stood Vanes⁠sa. She was holding a microphone. Sh⁠e was wearing a white dress—pure, a⁠ngeli⁠c‌, inn​ocent​. A s‍tark c‌ontrast to my arm‌o‍r of g⁠old. She had been mid-speech. Her mouth was sli‌ghtly‌ open. Her perf⁠ect, media-t​ra‌in⁠ed sm‍ile f​alt​ere‍d for a fraction of a seco​nd.‌

VANESSA'S POV Three minutes later, I was sitting on our living room couch next to Nicholas, microphones clipped to our clothes, bright lights in our faces, and millions of people watching. Millions. The host—a stunning woman in her thirties named Claire Willams—sat across from us with a tablet in her hands and a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Welcome, welcome!" she said enthusiastically for the cameras. "We're here live with Nicholas and Vanessa Lancaster, America's newest power couple! Thank you so much for having us in your beautiful home!"

“Aww, my girl is about to lose her virginity in style. “I am going to die,” Lydia muttered “No, you are not,” Vanessa said cheerfully, standing up. “You are going to moan so loud people are going to think you are getting murdered.” “Get out!” Lydia yelled, laughing even as she tried to hide her burning face Vanessa winked as she grabbed her charger. “Just remember to hydrate. Trust me, you are going to need that.” “Thank you, coach,” Lydia said, shaking her head Vanessa stopped mid-step like a new thought smacked her upside the head. She turned around slowly, eyeing Lydia like she was inspecting a lost puppy

and on cue the music kicked in. Vanessa started strong and sang the first line: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I don't know why you're hurt inside Or what was said to make you cry * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Ryder opened his eyes but it was obvious that the real world was oblivious to him. I had to admit grudgingly that Vanessa’s voice was pretty well trained and euphonic. She continued:

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.

She fucked herself on my cock hard as I concentrated on teasing her clit with my fingertips, while playing in her mouth. "I wanna fuck you everywhere, it's been too fucking long." I pushed her forward so that her arms were braced against the wall and her ass was pushed back against me. I held her hips in my hands as I started to fuck. "Twelve inches for one little girl." It never ceased to amaze me how she was able to take all that dick in her tiny pussy. Vanessa has a big personality, but she's a very tiny person. She tops off at five one, red on blue, and skin so milky white I used to worry about her burning to a crisp in the desert.

I grabbed my medical bag before heading downstairs, I definitely had all my walls held up high today. Vanessa was sitting at the table with a magazine, her eyes swiftly glanced up at me. "Where's Hudson?" I asked. She stands up dusting off her lap, Vanessa was definitely a beautiful women. She wasn't built like a little boy like me, she had a curvy waist with a nice ass and a huge chest unlike my flat chest. She screamed powerful a woman while I screamed teenage boy. "A birdie told me that my brother and you have been getting very close recently." She walks circles around me, I held my chin high showing no fear whatsoever.

“I don’t know who you are. And... why do you keep calling me Vanesa? Who is Vanesa?” The woman took a deep breath before answering. “I’m Jihan, your personal assistant. I’ve worked with you for the past three years. You are Vanesa Khiel—a famous singer.” My eyes widened. A singer? Vanesa Khiel? That couldn’t be right. I couldn’t even carry a tune without sounding like a rusted can. Were they all hallucinating? “I don’t know you. And I’m not Vanesa!” I said, my voice rising with panic.

“Ethan! There you are!” Vanessa Reynolds stood in the doorway wearing a tight white tank top that clung to her massive breasts and black yoga pants that hugged her wide hips and thick, juicy ass like a second skin. At 42, she looked like a fucking goddess. Long, wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a beautiful face with full lips and sultry green eyes. Her body was pure MILF perfection, with heavy DD tits, a soft but toned stomach, and an ass that jiggled slightly with every movement.