Novels by Vanessa Pens

DarcyI was the first person to leave Rhys' room after our endless night of sex. I didn't want to deal with the aftermath of him leaving me again. He was going to be angry and confused but he could handle it. I knew how we worked together well enough to understand what he wanted from me. I’d get over it eventually, moreover my thoughts were on other things. As I returned to my room, I had a warm bath, I could still smell him around me like some kind of lingering scent. It felt amazing and I needed more. When I stepped out of the tub to dry myself off, an idea came into my mind.Maybe I could go to Cory and offer her a peace treaty in order to gain her trust. She'd probably not believe me but it's worth a try. My heart ached at the thought of the pain I was definitely going to feel if I found her holding my son. I couldn't bear the thought of him being in her hands, it was a constant reminder of what I needed but didn't have. And she wouldn't stop trying to rub that in my face.I

Unknown POV“Can we not leave tomorrow pleaseeeee” my sister pleaded with my mom as she made her way through the kitchen on her way to get us all breakfast.It was the last day of our summer holiday and all we were allowed to do was stay home so we could wake up early the next day to start our trip back home.“Eat your breakfast, Kendall, there will be a lot of other summer holidays” mom said while she finished buttering some bread for herself. She had always been one to baby us and baby even our dad.My parents had lived together since high school. But they decided to separate at college and then they got back together after college and the rest was history. Mom worked in the city office of our town. She was a secretary but also one of the chief prosecutors of a police force in the area. Dad did work in the construction company which meant he spent a lot of time at work and he didn't get out much. He liked it that way, he said it gave him more freedom and he didn' get caught up in

Unknown POV“You haven't said anything, you didn't call me, no text, nothing. I thought we came to a mutual agreement to be partners” The blonde in front of me went on ranting ‘what could have gone wrong this time?’ she seemed to think and her eyes widened like comets when I took another sip from my coffee. I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or just startled because there was so much emotion in her voice when the words left her mouth. It was quite loud for such a small place.I focused on her red lipstick instead on trying to make sense of what she just told me and why she was upset with me. “Nothing new happened” I finally told her after taking a deep breath. She seemed to calm down a little bit but still looked angry enough to kill someone “The deal was that we would come up with something. They seem to be in love and Rhys hates me… I think” Her voice sounded bitter when she mentioned her ex and it made me uncomfortable. “Did you sleep with him?” I asked.Suddenly she looked

Third person POVThere was a feeling of dread within Mr Stark, the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It’s so much more than just fear—it’s also confusion, and worry, and maybe even sadness, because if he wasn’t wrong…then something was truly off.First the death of his friend had come as shocking news to him, one that had nearly shattered the stability that Stark had left in his life. Jude had not just been a friend, he had saved his life multiple times and was someone close to his heart. He had become an older brother, a mentor, a confidant, a partner. But most importantly, he had been a mentor—the one who had taught him all about law, and life, and things that he still didn’t get the hang of like golf.He couldn't imagine how the world would feel without Jude. Without his constant smile and endless encouragement, he would have lost his way long ago. His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak.As Stark w

Third person’s POVWhen Darcy’s mother knew that her attempt of peacekeeping was not working, she had tried other ways which had also not yielded any futile result. Her husband had come in after the plate incident, his face was red with fury, his hands clenched into fists like he wanted nothing more than to strike them against something, someone.Darcy had hid behind her mother’s floral print dress."We can't afford this," his tone was low, dangerous like a snake about to strike, "you didn't raise your child properly, she is wild and tainted by filth." He spat out each word as if it were poison on his tongue."This is my house, the first home we've ever owned," his words had turned hard and bitter like broken glass laying on the and Darcy felt an ache deep within herself that she hadn't known before."You must be sensible," his eyes were cold, calculating, like those of a scientist about to crack some important scientific truth.He had never referred to her as his daughter, then Darcy c

Third Person’s POV“MAMA" she whispered, "can I go out?""Hmm," her mother had hummed in response as she stroked Darcy’s hair, “Is that a yes?” Darcy asked hopefully“No darling”. The answer came with finality.Darcy frowned and pouted and huffed ‘but why?’"Why can't I go out now? Are we waiting for something important to happen." Darcy protested. She was seven but she had always know what she wanted“That's enough Darcy,” her father called her.“But Mama always lets me play outside,” Darcy whined.“You spoiled her,” her father had said sternly to Darcy’s mother.Her mother rolled her eyes at the statement before looking away in shame and guilt, thinking of what to do about her daughter.“Please mama…just once I want to go outside. Just this once” Darcy pleaded.It was as if the whole place froze. The mood in the house changed instantly and everywhere was silent, it caused Darcy to shrink where she sat slightly under their piercing gaze. She knew something bad happened and her mothe