Edwin Vancleef Novels & Stories

In a nightclub in City A, inside a private room, Mort stared in horror at a man who seemed lost in thought. Mort was Edwin's assistant, and he couldn't comprehend why Edwin had instructed him to retrieve the Vifa brooch earlier that morning. The designer was known for his peculiar temper, and Mort had tried numerous methods to obtain the brooch. Furthermore, he was perplexed as to why Sandy had been sent to purchase so many gifts. Who were they intended for, Pamela?

Hundreds of high society elites, hedge fund managers, and real estate magnates occupied the velvet lined rows, their eyes fixed on the massive digital projection screen displaying the asset profile of Vane Plaza, the iconic eighty story skyscraper that had served as the crown jewel of Vivienne's grandfather's maritime empire. Keep your head up, Cynthia, Julian Vance hissed, his voice raw with a desperate, defensive aggression as they walked down the central aisle. His right hand, thick with layers of stark white surgical plaster, was pinned rigidly across his chest inside a custom silk sling. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the ballroom's aggressive air conditioning. Stop looking at

The caption beneath the image read: EDWARD VANCE Founder – Vance Industries 1913 Julian frowned. "My great-great-grandfather." Victor nodded. "The man history remembers." Sarah's voice interrupted. "History remembers a businessman." "The truth is far stranger." --- The photograph dissolved into another. This one showed Edward Vance standing beside a physician in a military uniform. Another caption appeared. DR. ABRAHAM ROWE Ethan immediately recognized the name. "Rowe..." He looked at Julian. "The Rowe Institute." Julian nodded. "One of the oldest medical research foundations in the country."

His eyes meet mine for a second, and unlike the faux-calmness in his body, they are laser-focused and hyper-aware. But it isn't like Harlan to forget things. I feel a twinge of concern in my heart. "I was just meeting with a student." Vance's eyes land on me, and I suddenly feel like I'm being dissected. "My apologies about the door. It shut after the rest of my students left. Someone must have left it locked," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at me. "This is Eden. She's my best student. Truly the most remarkable in her class. I'm happy to show you some of her work on Freud and Shklovsky. And Shakespeare, for that matter," he chuckles, rubbing his jaw. "If we'd had her i

The results I was working for had finally shown, and I was going to enjoy that moment, no matter what. I smiled at Declan as he shook me vigorously. What he didn't know was that Vincenzo was still out in the wastelands, plotting his revenge on me. He also didn't know that the burnt head in his courtyard belonged to Denzel, who had failed me.

After an hour in flight the information I had asked for comes through on all of Sandra's friends but one who seems to late to the party. " Ok let's see who we're dealing with shall we" I link the file to the tv and start to give my men a quick briefing "Gorden Clover age twenty-six has a criminal history of assault currently on probation. Hannah Sandoval age twenty student at Hillside community college studying to be a teacher" I hear a few chuckles and comments about if they had a teacher like her but ignore them and continue "Sarah Hall age twenty-two there is nothing else I b her other then her picture and our last guest seems to be a no show but the name on the V.I.P list gave us her nam

EDWIN’S POV I had to fall down and pretended like I was dead, just to satisfy her. Immediately I heard the front door opened, which means she’s gone, I got back to my feet and picked the gown she’d turned down. Getting back to my living room, I met another vampire sitting there, sipping wine as if it was their home. “Who gave you the authority to waltz in here any how? Old man?” Hale Vancleff, the high priest of the whole vampire clan stood up and approached me, “You smell so new. What kind of guest did you host?”