Vanessa Pens の小説・ストーリー

As if the day couldn’t get worse. Vanessa’s eyes flicked up, a smirk already curling on her face like she knew something I didn’t. “Oh look,” she said loudly, “the pet’s out of her kennel.” Daniel barely looked up from his phone. Typical. I turned to leave—nope, not in the mood—but Vanessa’s voice pulled me back. “You ran into Elena, didn’t you?” she called. I froze. “She’s… how do I put it…” Vanessa’s voice turned sugary sweet, “an absolute crazy bitch. And don’t let the beauty fool you, darling. She bites harder than she smiles.”

“You’ve been drinking. You should go sit down.” “I will. But I thought I’d offer some advice first.” She leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Be careful how high you pretend to perch, Elena. People might start wondering how you got there in the first place.” I didn’t move. I didn’t blink. I just stared her down. Vanessa’s eyes sparkled with something that wasn’t just malice. It was knowledge. Or maybe the suspicion of it. The thrill trapping her prey right before going in for the kill.

Vanessa said. Jessica arched her eyebrows resignedly and glanced at Vanessa and Adam. She said slowly, "Adam, do you know that the recording pen is a good tool?"

The woman beamed, sprinting up, “Hello! Are you Cal’s assistant?” Penelope walked to her desk, “Yes I am.” “Oh wow! You're a pretty one. Vanessa Dawson, you?” Vanessa stretched forth her hand and Penelope's jaw fell. Vanessa…Dawson? As in…Calvin's sister?! She had seen her on I*******m, but she was even more beautiful in real life. And it was now she noticed the resemblance. “Hi ..hi, nice to meet you, Miss. I'm Penelope Adams,” Penny shook her hand shakily and the girl giggled.

she whispered. Win raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Vanessa leaned in closer, her voice turning low and seductive. “You always liked Victoria, right? I’ll let you sleep with her. In return, you delete every single video and image you have of me.” Win stared at her for a moment, then laughed. “That’s a good deal. But how do I know you’re not bluffing?” Vanessa reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. She held it up in front of his face.

After taking a shower Penelope was drying her hair with the towel. She had made chicken salad for dinner. She logged in to her I*******m and started scrolling while eating food. Her friend from Washington, Vanessa, had texted her. She used to work with her in the coffee shop back there. She replied to her and all the other pending text messages. After dinner, she put the bowl in the dishwasher and called her, and told her about the job. Vanessa had got a job too, in Washington. She was a major in English Literature. She had gotten a job as a writer in some publication company. She promised her that she would come and meet her as soon as possible.

"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."

She knew she would jump into his bed with just a snap of his fingers. Castelo knew very well what she was thinking. Shuddering in disgust, he sped past her to his car. Of course, Ana, who thought she was irresistible to all men, didn't understand why Castelo wasn't falling at her feet. Damont sniffed the air. The smell, a sea breeze, wafted through the air, bringing relaxation to the nerves. Vinca had painstakingly created this fragrance and it was for her personal use and refused to produce it for sale.

“It’s not that simple. Connections take time, and I’m still—” Vanessa tossed up her hands. “Still figuring yourself out?” Her voice was sharp presently, filled with pent-up feeling. “How long are you going to keep ‘figuring things out,’ Haven? Months? A long time? I’ve contributed so much of myself to us, but I can’t keep doing this speculating amusement where I’m never sure where I stand.”

“Come on. You can tell me on the way how its going to piss him off. We are doing this but doing it my way.” She already felt light headed, fluttering excitement in her belly at being effective on holding out her own against Noah Abel, the big dark wolf who crushed her and freed her with one touch. “Stop thinking about him. And focus.” If anyone could feel the acid in Evan’s voice right now, they’d rehash their beliefs about him. But all Vanessa did was murmur a quick apology. “How do you know I was thinking about him?” Was Evan's mind linking to her without her knowing.