Mia And Me Vincent Novels & Stories

Connor said every prayer to the moon goddess of fate that she would cross their paths in the forest away from everyone, in the near future and Connor would gladly show Vin what stupid looked like, but until then, he would bit back his anger and watch. ~~~ Vin sat on the stool and smiled at the bartender, Joy. She was very interested in him. He could tell. He could have bet his tail and ever claw on his paws that if he wanted to fuck her in the alley behind the bar, he wouldn’t have to even ask twice. He suppressed his disgust at her behaviour and continued to smile. He wanted information, so he had to play nice. It was the rule of the game. After an hour of flirting and jokes, Vin felt he ha

Alex cautioned. Vincent spared her a glance and diverted his gaze to his fingers. “I came to Miami searching for a fresh start. But before that, I was entangled with him.” “You mean the photographer guy?” Jenna asked. “Yes.” He said, nodding. “He was… I think… Should I call it boyfriend?” “Did he ask you to be his?” Alex asked. Vincent nodded. “Then, the hot stuff is your man.” “So, I'm the only normal guy in this group now.” Remi said with a laugh and Vincent smiled. “We are normal too.”

"I always found you interesting, Mia. Most people are boring, but you're like watching a train wreck in slow motion." "You shouldn't find me interesting. I don't like you." Vincent placed his hand over his heart in mock devastation. "You wound me, Mia Blackwood! And here I thought we could be best buddies." I ignored him and turned back to Sarah. "Call Hunter." "She wouldn't want to lose her job by following the wrong orders," Vincent said casually. Sarah looked between us like a deer caught in headlights. "What are you doing?" I demanded. "Saving a poor girl's job." Vincent's smile was infuriating. "You know what you should do instead? Go hang out with Eleanor."

I added softly, the words tasting bitter as they left my lips, because even though I said them without hesitation, I wasn’t sure anymore if I was convincing them… or just trying to convince myself, Grandma beamed at us, clearly pleased. “That’s all we could ever wish for,” she said warmly, reaching over to pat my hand, “seeing you both like this makes us so happy.” I nodded again, unable to say anything more, because if I did, I was afraid my voice might break, and the last thing I wanted was for them to notice something was wrong. But then, in the middle of everything, I felt it again—his hand. Sedrick’s fingers gently brushed against mine under the table before slowly intertwining with the

He looked at the kitchen, at the table, at the bread Sienna had made cooling on the counter, and something in his expression shifted into the specific warm quality that appeared when he encountered things that were better than he had expected them to be. "You made bread," he said to Sienna. "Maya's recipe," she said. "Who is Maya." "My oldest friend. She's coming next month." He nodded with the comfortable acceptance of someone filing new information into an existing structure. "Good," he said simply, and poured himself a glass of wine and sat at the table and that was that. Vincent arrived at seven fifteen.

I didn't want to believe what I'd heard. I quietly locked my phone screen and forced a smile. "Maybe low blood sugar. I lost my balance for a second. It's nothing." Vincent relaxed. He carefully helped me up from the floor. "Let's go to Malibu tomorrow. I'll have Marco book the tickets. You've always loved the ocean, right? How about we take our wedding photos on the beach?" He was so thoughtful. Always had been. But after what I'd just learned, the words tasted like poison.

"You're welcome." His smile widened. "By the way, I'm Vincent. The new transfer student." Maeve smiled politely. "I'm Maeve. Nice meeting you." Vincent suddenly asked, "Can I ask you something?" "Huh?" "Is it normal around here..." "...that all the beautiful girls are you?" Maeve's eyes widened. "W-What?" From the side, Bea nearly choked. "Seriously?! You're flirting already?" Vincent laughed. "I'm kidding... Half kidding."

"Yes. As many as the stars." "And his good qualities?" "As few as the sun." My friend flicked my forehead on camera. "Then why are you still smiling? Don't marry him!" I laughed and kept playing with the skirt. "Because when the sun comes out, the stars disappear. I can't only remember the bad things about Felix." "His good qualities shine just as bright as the sun." That video gave Felix hope again. My friend said he watched it on repeat, convincing himself that the woman in the video still existed somewhere.

Vincent asked. "Uh... I'm home." "Home? Or at a party?" "Huh... I... I'm sorry, Vin. It's Mia's birthday. I couldn't miss it. I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't approve." "You just recovered from being sick, babe." "I know, Vin. But you know how Mia and I and close, i couldn't miss it. I'm really sorry. Please understand." Vincent sighed. "Fine. Don't stay out too late, okay?"

And as I push open the locker room door, one thought settles in, sharp and certain I’m probably going to regret even less… what happens next. VINCENT POV “Do you think losing your mind a little can actually be… healthy?” I ask Mae, only half joking. She goes still, lips pursed like she’s genuinely weighing the question against the universe. After a moment, she nods once. “Yes,” she decides. “I think it can be.” “Perfect,” I say, exhaling dramatically. “Because I’m completely gone. Like gone gone. I’m so happy I can barely feel my hands. Or my hair. And if I don’t focus, I’m pretty sure my eyebrows have disappeared too.”