Young Vanessa Hudgens Novels & Stories

Not this time. Brad cradled her while Troy fanned her with his jacket. Wesley splashed the last of the water onto her face, but her lashes didn’t flutter. “Get more water,” Brad snapped, flicking his fingers at Troy. Troy’s silent glare could have killed. Wesley spotted the girl’s student ID pinned near her shoulder. Brad tried to swipe it, but Wesley shoved him aside like vermin and grabbed it. Vanessa Sullivan. Student. Twenty years old. Just like him.

"I figured that being able to defend myself would give me a burst of courage and maybe push out my inner strength, y'know? You know, sometimes, on the inside, I feel like hulk. It's like I have all this power and superness-- is that even a word? Whatever it is, I haven't utilized it yet, and just think of how cool it would be to be able to-- why are you smiling?" Try as he might- and he did- Brandon couldn't keep the smile off his face. That she was making actual efforts to get and feel better filled him with excitement. "Sure. You found her online? What's her name?" Instantly relieved, Beth exhaled deeply. "Vanessa Hudgens. She is part of a team that teach people how to defend themselves. S

Angelica McSmith opened the dance floor with her latest boyfriend, Clinton Jay. A nineteen-year-old popular artist who started his music career at the age of ten and had became the dream boyfriend of all girls through his heart melting music and handsome face. The two lovers held unto each other in a romantic way and kept looking into each other's eyes. Alisha decided to forget about Kim Yoon-hye for the night and just enjoy everything. This might be her only opportunity and she wanted to enjoy every single seconds of it and tell it story to her grandkids in the future.

"Babe!'' she gushed out hurriedly, her voice laced with excitement. ''Did you watch my show yesterday?!'' ''Ooh...,'' she squealed, making him lower the phone a bit. ''Uh....,'' he racked his brain for a reply. Truth was he was so bummed out the previous day after work that he had slept off immediately he landed on the bed but Vanessa would not want to hear that at all. However, luckily for him, she was not waiting for his response. ''Imagine it! I was crowned 'Miss Ocean Ville'! And the French artist that won the award for painting three years in a row complemented my beauty and mentioned how he wishes to work with me! My manager's sorting out all the boring details now...,'' she gushed. Ad

"it's been five minutes peter, what are you still doing in there honey?" called the average lady about thirty years knocking on the men's restroom door. On her right stood a young girl about the age of nine. Brunette long ponytail, dark green eyes and thin lips. The woman groomed in a short purple dress, a long black coat and black heels. Curly blonde hair that went down her shoulders, light blue eyes and goldilocks lips. on her left held a small purple hand bag and smart cellphone.

He whispers, and I stare at he handsome man who’s staring at me too. “You mean like a family?” I question as I look at the man, and from the corner of my eye, I see David nod. “Yes. Like a family.” He replies, and I stare at the new man for a bit longer. He looks uncomfortable… or shy? That’s silly. Isn’t being shy something little kids do? I take a few steps towards him and hold out a hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Lucas. My name is Vanessa. I’m ten years old, love unicorns, sketching, and sweet treats. My new favourite colour is blue, and my big brother David is the most important person to me. You?”

said Zach proudly. “Tell me about her” said Val leaning into his embrace. “Andrea Jenner, twenty years old vocalist of Pretty girls group” said Zach in one go. “She is so young, show me her picture” said Val and Zach opened his phone showing her pictures from concerts. “You have good collections” teased Val and swiped her pictures. “She is pretty but Zach she is twelve years younger than you” said Val. “I know that’s why I didn’t pursue her” said Zach looking into the dark night.

Consuming its gallbladder, along with her antidote, might counteract the poison. Just as she was about to strike, a youthful voice interjected, "Stop! Don't hurt my snake, okay?" Yaslyn's gaze snapped to the source of the voice. Contrary to what the voice suggested, it was not a child but a young lady, about 17 or 18 years old. She had porcelain skin, delicate features, and an exquisite bun atop her head. She made the image of a beautiful maiden, untouched by the world. Her voice, while mature, had a child-like lilt to it, giving her an almost ethereal aura.

Vanessa’s POV Across the city, Vanessa Hart paced her apartment, anger simmering like acid. Her phone screen still glowed with the name: Evelyn Carter. She’d done her research. A waitress. A nobody. Drowning in debt. And now, thanks to Gregory Blackwood’s scheming, she was living in the mansion? About to carry Damian’s heir? Vanessa’s nails dug into her palms. No. That was supposed to be her. She was supposed to be in that position. She had worked too hard for that. She glanced at her vanity mirror, at the flawless reflection she had built like armor. She had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to be replaced by a girl who didn’t even know how to play the game.

Her eyes lit up when she saw Dave, “Dave!” Vanessa’s voice was bright as she stepped forward, touching his arm. “You finally showed up. I was starting to think you’d ditch me again.” Again? Dave chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wouldn’t miss your birthday, Nessa. This is Charlotte Watson. Charlotte, this is Vanessa Paige, my very first co-star when I was still a teenager trying not to trip over my own feet on set.” Vanessa’s gaze shifted to me. “Charlotte. Lovely to meet you. I’ve heard your music. It’s very… catchy.”