James Bond Vesper Lynd Novels & Stories

Clinging to her arm was a man—young, blonde, and wearing a polo shirt with the collar popped. Lysandra stared at Vesper. Her mouth hung open. "I thought you were..." She trailed off. She looked him up and down. The velvet jacket. The shoes. The haircut. "Dead?" Vesper finished, putting his hands in his pockets. "Disappointed?" "Broke," Lysandra corrected, her shock turning into a sneer. "I heard you lost the apartment. I heard you were sleeping in your car." She stepped closer, dragging her boy-toy with her.

Jealousy flashed in her watery eyes, too raw to hide. "No way! That worthless woman—how could she be Vesper?" Back then, even at sixteen, Vesper was already a racing legend in Lindale. Joel leaned in, eyes burning. "I've confirmed it. Lyra is Vesper. Vesper is Lyra!"

She smirked, crossing her arms under her breasts, pushing her pierced nipple forward. “So you’re the unpopular guy with the coat,” she said, loud enough for a few people nearby to chuckle. “The one who’s too scared to take his clothes off.” I frowned. “It’s not a coat, it’s a shirt. And I’m James. I’m here for research, not to actually join your… movement.” She laughed, a rough, confident sound. “Vesper. And yeah, I’ve heard. You’ve been ‘researching’ Lira’s throat and Selene’s pussy all morning, but suddenly you’re way too professional to talk to me?”

The van was parked at an abandoned building and men kept coming out of it and going inside, through the lenses of both men, Bernie was able to identify some of the men as one of them had a familiar tattoo on his arm. They belonged to Vlad, and if they belonged to Vlad then definitely they're exactly who Spade was looking for. He was sure they were there for Salvatore, and he was really counting on it. He stood in the middle of the room as he debriefed his men again, everything was set, except for the weapons, they were already available too but Stefano and of course Matteo were doing a double check on them at the far end of the room. "These are your comms devices" Spade said handing each one

The police wanted the production crew to cooperate with them in their plan to apprehend the suspect. However, the crew couldn't enter the hospital no matter what they tried. How utterly ridiculous! … Lysander Shade, a young professional under Homer's tutelage, meditated while watching the variety show. Suddenly, he frowned. "Is this—" He picked up his bowl before dashing out of the room, steadying his hat while at it. "This is bad! I saw a Wrathborn Manifestation! Mr. Bond!" He collided against the tearoom door, where Homer was having tea and chatting with Landon.

"Lynn was at his house again today. He said it was nothing. I believe him because I have no other choice but to. Is that what love is? Choosing to believe something because the alternative is unbearable? I keep thinking about the way she looks at him like she is entitled to collect everything. I keep thinking about the way ge looked back. I don't know what I saw. I don't know if I want to even know. Fuck my life." Vespera closed the journal and sipped her coffee as she walked back to the board. It was uncovered now as she only covered it when she was expecting someone which was rare. She looked at Lynn's photograph. It was a professional image, taken at some industry event. She was wearing s

“Vesper.” He pauses, then shrugs. “Vesper, huh? Alright, sounds like a fun name for tonight. It matches James Bond.” Again he looks at me with those dark eyes. There are secrets in those eyes. A hint of danger and a whole lot of sexiness. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way my body heats under his gaze. “Alright, Bond. Tell me, what brings you here to New York?” “Maybe I've got a hot date,” he says.

She cozied up to Malcolm, looking at him with a love that was almost too intense. However, right in the middle of the ceremony, as Malcolm and Elaine were crowning James and the excitement was at its peak, everyone's phones buzzed with an urgent alert. [Under the laws of the werewolf community, the severance of the bond between Alpha Malcolm and Luna Mila is official. As of noon, they are nothing to each other.] Malcolm had not even checked his phone, still tucked away in his pocket, but the whispers and sidelong glances from the crowd sent a wave of panic through him.

"You know best what you've done and how much blood is on your hands. Inigo hasn't been caught yet, and I haven't avenged Jonah's and Jasper's ambush. If you don't fall, how can I enjoy myself?" Jasper smiled faintly, gazing at the woman before him with eyes filled with love. "Jimmy, what is Lyse talking about? What blood? Why don't I understand?" Lily asked with a bewildered look. "It's normal that you don't understand, Mom, because I don't understand either." Jameson gently rubbed his mother's shoulders to comfort her. His exquisite features betrayed no hint of his true nature as a villain. "Lyse, who's Inigo? I don't know him. And what happened to Jonah and Mr. Beckett? Is there anything I

Lysander, Kylie, and Kim stood united, their determination unwavering. “Alright,” The Viper finally said, his voice grudging. “I’ll tell you what you want to know. But you won’t like it.” Over the next few hours, The Viper revealed critical information about the Syndicate’s operations. He provided details about their safe houses, supply routes, and key personnel. He also mentioned a high-ranking Syndicate member named Vincent, who was planning a major operation that could cripple their efforts. As they pieced together the information, Lysander and his team formulated a plan. They needed to infiltrate the Syndicate and gather more intelligence. It was a risky move, but it was their best chanc