Mia And Me Vincent Novels & Stories

I sighed, leaning against my seat. I couldn’t lift my gaze from my drink because his predatory ones were perusing me. They were disturbing me. “Time doesn’t. Circumstances do. Time only passes, it’s your circumstances that lead you to cause a change.” Vincent corrected my words direly. His harsh tone made my heart race, drying my throat. Look what circumstances did to him. “Hmm. I agree.” Victoria hummed. She moved away from Vincent and sat next to me, hugging me, slightly tipsy.

So stop that and mind the way you talk to her. Monica pouted, she had always envied how Sean protected Aliyah and had been secretly in love with him but never thought she had a chance with him until last mating season when he came to her and said the one word she never thought she would hear from him. Mate. Her joy had knew no bound and she thought that she would be the one he would now be protecting but to her surprise, his friendship with Aliyah didn’t change one bit even after they consummated their mating bond and for that reason, she was constantly in fear that she would take him away from her even though Sean always convince her that nothing of such would ever happen. She didn’t say an

,his words hit me and I tear up and look into his eyes knowing my mate will take care of my body so I nod yes. "Michael I know but I'm nervous I know losing your virginity hurts but I completely trust you because I love you. Also I know you never meant to hurt me and I know you feel awful about it. We both never done this and I just want to feel connected with you so I am ready when you are. I love you",I shyly say as he lines up. His mouth moving to my mark kissing and licking it.

The kind that lasts longer like the last note of a funeral hymn. Sunlight hit my face as I stepped outside and I braced up, knowing fully well that I have won this one. My matte-black Benz sat under the awning, looking all sleek. I came along and I wanted it that way. Confidence is louder when it’s quiet. My phone buzzed. I looked at it and it was Mia. I answered, smirking. “Miss me already?” “I was wondering if he cried,” she said, with her voice smooth with amusement. “Or did he just sit there like the little bitch he’s always been?”

"We grew up together, and our bond runs deep. I always thought that was love. But after Sophia left, I realized... what we have feels more like family. I see you as a sister. Sophia is the one I love. She's my wife." I jolted upright from the couch. Emma's voice cracked. "Are you insane? Is this how you talk to a sick person? Do you even care how I feel?" Even without seeing her, I knew. She was breaking. I knew that pain—the moment you realize the person you love doesn't love you back. Vincent's voice came. "I'm sorry." His so-called affection didn't comfort me—it put me on edge. If Vincent was serious about finding me, it wouldn't be hard with his resources.

No one dared enter the basement—it was a monument of my pain. Victoria’s desire for revenge had been a daily reminder of the past. She had brought me documents, evidence that sent me spiraling into somatic disorder. But I needed to get to the bottom of those pictures she showed me. If they were true, then I had to save Mia—because she would be in grave danger in the hands of Jake Hickson. “Going already?” I asked as Mia stepped out of her room, fully dressed. “I’ll drop you off,” I offered. “No, I can go on my own. You don’t need to do that,” she declined.

If only I were alone, I would have burst into loud tears. “She is my guest, and she's not going anywhere,” Liam said. I looked up with my tear-filled eyes, staring at Liam. He returned the sympathy. It was as if he knew Henry was my mate and he has once felt what in feeling now. "I will find my way out now... thank you," I said, turning to leave, but Ivory's voice stopped me in my tracks. "Wait, let's go together," she said. I turned back and watched as she wrapped her arms around Henry's neck, his hand on her waist, their mouths aligning for a passionate kiss right in front of me.

"I don't fear you and won't fear you because fear is a choice, and I choose not to give in to it, especially to you. You may think you're a god in your world, but in mine, I am the master of mine. I won't be manipulated into submission or controlled by intimidation. I may be your captive ,but my mother taught me before her death that I should never fear anyone, except my creator." Vincent's eyes narrowed, a mix of surprise and anger flickering across his face before he masked it with a smirk. "You've got spirit, E-lean-norah, I'll give you that. Let's see how long that defiance lasts" He walked out of the room in a haste. Eleanorah thought it was over but when she noticed that Dmitri did not

I killed the engine and swung my leg off the bike, my pulse quickening when I saw the car parked in front. Bruno. I recognized him immediately….the loyal little assistant I’d seen a few times at the company. He walked around the car and opened the passenger door. And then I saw her. Mia. She stepped out, the streetlight spilling over her soft hair, her tired but beautiful face. They spoke for a moment, too quietly for me to hear. Then he reached out and patted her head gently. Rage exploded inside me like a bomb. It took every ounce of control not to walk over there and rip his hand off.

Vincent froze in place, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he asked, “Who are you?” The maid bowed her head, her voice was soft and broken yet steady. “I am the one who knew her before you did.” Vincent growled, his claws poised for action. “Don’t play games with me. Where is she?” he asked. The maid didn't flinch. She raised her head, and her eyes glimmered faintly red. “She remembers now, which means you are late…just as you were always meant to be.” Vincent lunged forward, seizing her by the throat. “You will tell me everything,” he said fiercely.