Bones Vincent Nigel-murray Novels & Stories

“About things that happened between Miller and Vincent. Both of them were caught doing illegal business. The consiglieres then decided to put them in a trial and gave them punishment. I could see that they were trying to corner against each other back then and aunt Lusiana could not really handle them and she tended to support her husband instead. After the punishment was given to Miller and Vincent, I dethroned aunt Lusiana from her position. Then both aunt Lusiana and uncle Miller decided to leave the mansion.” “Ah I see. So they are not here. It must have been tough for them. They might feel very ashamed before.” Virginia commented. “Then where is Vincent?” “Ah, he is in the hospital righ

“Still, getting kidnapped doesn’t sound like something I want to be part of.” Feeling slight proud of how well she handled that, I couldn’t help but smiling at her. “Jacob is going to build you a safe room undergrown. However, that wasn’t all of it.” Penny looked both surprised and weary. “What else is there?” “Vin has a mafia connection. Apparently, Sir Joe Gambino is his uncle. He is currently here.” “Thhhhhhat is not good.” Penny agreed with a slow nod. “What are you going to do about that?”

A tool for Vincent. My father's son.

Dirk released a slow breath through his nostrils before addressing him. "Well, shall we proceed?" Dirk turned to Bogo, who handed him a tablet. After a swift swipe of the screen, Dirk cleared his throat and began addressing their new prisoner. "Vincent De La Mare. Born in Sheppel, orphaned at the age of twelve due to a tragic car accident. You resided in an orphanage until the age of eighteen when you fled, subsequently immersing yourself in the underground business. Eventually, you relocated to Sturvil, where you became the trusted confidant of my adversary, Angel, or the Angel of Death, as he preferred to be known. And now, here you are, in my dungeon, battered and bloodied. It appears qui

The cold water soothed my throat. I felt coldness going down from my throat to my chest to my stomach. And yes, it brought some calmness to my chaotic mind. I gave the empty glass back to him and took a deep breath before closing my eyes again. Vincent didn’t go to his company. He didn’t leave me. Nevil went to Vincent’s office to get his stuff here. Vincent called Caellum after we reached my room. I didn’t know what they talked about because I was going through the documents and data that Joyce sent me on the mafia don Lupus Wick.

He looked up towards the night sky full of stars and the full moon was unusually shining bright tonight, “Lilian, Am I doing the right thing?” ------------------------------------------- Vincent Antares Blaze is the only son of Marquise Blaze. Vincent had a perfect life blessed by the gods. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, born in a powerful aristocratic household that anyone would envy. As an only child to Marquise Blaze, he was the only one who has the right to inherit his family. Vincent was happy until he was not…until his parents died in a car accident leaving him all alone.

Disgusting vultures. I threw Xavier’s body to the ground and felt myself go numb once more. I made my way to the ladder to find Vincent waiting for me as usual. “I knew you’d win,” he said with a smirk. “Milo knows fuck all about men with passion,” nodding his head towards a pale, sick looking Milo who had a queue of punters eager to cash their high odds winnings. “You’ve got to stay for the prize ceremony, same as the rest, but your girl can stay in her room. You won that in style, man.”

Vincent did not know what to do, his legs were shaky as he stood watching his mother run away with Martin his elder brother, rushing to return him to the dark room before his father, whose car engine sounds could be heard, would return to the fortress. Vin's brother, Martin was the heir. His father always drummed it into his mom's ears but she never wanted to hear of it. She never wanted to watch her son go through a tumultuous childhood all in the name of raising him to become a ruthless Mafia, but she could do nothing no matter what brutal training he was subjected to. sometimes when her husband was out of town, she occasionally brought him out of the dark room and made him interact with h

Looks like I have to look for those papers. ________ Do you guys think Vincent deserves to be forgiven? Let me know what u think.

Two heads were always better than one. Vincent nodded breezily, leaning back in the chair across from my desk. “There is nothing out of the ordinary about Evelina,” Vincent said honestly, but I could sense a wariness in his tone. “She was born to Joel and Nikita Perez. Nikita divorced her husband when Evelina was seven. Fucker dislocated Evelina’s arm at one of Sinclair’s work related events. I wanted to rearrange Joel’s face. He’s still slinking around here in the packhouse trying to find someone who will give him alcohol.” Vincent’s face became ominous as he spoke. “Suceeded last night but we were able to get the bottle away from him.”