Novel & Cerita Vanessa Blank

She felt like a ghost in their world, invisible yet exposed. And yet, Damian’s eyes found hers more than once. Not long, not obvious - just fleeting glances, as though he was measuring her against the room. When the plates were cleared and wine flowed freely, Vanessa struck again. “Damian, darling,” she said, her voice smooth. “Your assistant tells me she’s new. Perhaps she should introduce herself properly?” All eyes shifted to Amara. Her chest tightened. This wasn’t an introduction - it was an ambush. She forced her voice steady. “Amara Blake. I’m here on temporary assignment.”

“I’m not here for Daniel.” Vanessa smirked, clearly enjoying the tension. “No, of course not. But you know he’s not going to just forget everything, right? Especially now that you’re back in his city, in his world.” Tasha’s fists tightened. “This isn’t about him. This is about my work.” Vanessa raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Is it? Because it looks like you’re trying to win something more than just this contest.” Tasha took a step forward, her voice firm. “I’m here to win, Vanessa. Nothing else.”

The whispers immediately turned even louder. Vanessa, who was quietly watching from the side, suddenly stood up and approached Blake. She put on her sweetest smile and said with a voice that was like dripping honey, "Did you come to witness my inauguration?" "I'm Vanessa Baker. L-Lycan King Bluke... please take c-care of me in the future," Vanessa softly said before offering her hand. Blake stared at Vanessa's outstretched hand. Then, he sneered before walking past her and finding a seat to sit down on. The banquet hall turned awkwardly silent. Vanessa's face flushed, appearing a little embarrassed, but she kept smiling.

My stomach tightened instinctively. Vanessa appeared in the archway, white wine glass in hand, blonde hair swept into an immaculate chignon, lips painted that blood-red shade she wore when she wanted to draw blood without lifting a finger. Her pale blue eyes—cold, calculating—swept over us slowly, lingering on our linked hands, on the way I was drowning in Dante’s hoodie like it was a claim staked in fabric, on the faint flush that still stained my cheeks and the barely concealed marks peeking above the collar line.

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

but not exactly how it had happened. “Well... no, I didn't see the exact moment. But why are you suspicious of her? I think Vivian is nice.” Her colleagues exchanged glances and one of them sighed, almost impatiently: “You're naive, Vanessa. People like her only deceive simple hearts like yours.” Vanessa, who came from a career as a special forces soldier, had a straightforward, direct mind — almost as pure as a blank sheet of paper. She wasn't used to the subtle and competitive games of the female world.

“Really?” He nodded. “Come meet her.” I followed Noah into the living room, where a tall, athletic-looking woman stood, her arms crossed. She had jet-black hair tied in a sleek ponytail, piercing green eyes, and an air of confidence that screamed ‘don’t mess with me.’ “This is Vanessa,” Noah introduced. “She’s ex-military and comes highly recommended.” Vanessa extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Isabella.” I shook it, feeling the firmness of her grip. “Nice to meet you too.”

Bryan says as we stop near my locker, lowering his voice slightly like he’s about to reveal classified information, “Derek has been staring at me like he wants to legally challenge my existence.” I freeze for exactly half a second before refusing to react. “I’m sure you’re imagining things.” “I’m absolutely not,” Bryan replies immediately. “The guy looked at me during practice like I stole his inheritance.” That… unfortunately sounds believable. Before I can respond, a familiar voice slices through the hallway. “Well, this is embarrassing.” Vanessa Blake. Of course. Because apparently peace has a personal vendetta against me. She approaches with that polished confidence she wears like design

Opens her contacts. Camille Brooks. Society influencer. Gossip queen. The woman who can make or break reputations with a single post. She types: *I have a story you’re going to love. About Ariana Vale and Lucian Blackwood. Interested?* The response is immediate: *Always. Send details.* Vanessa smiles. Let the games begin.