Nancy Vicious Novels & Stories

Nancy whispered to Faith in a mocking voice. Faith nods in understanding, grateful that she has someone as nice as Nancy as her co-worker. Nancy has the straightest sheet of silky auburn hair, falling just short of her elbows. Her eyes are like liquid green, easy and soft, but there is something buried deep within the golden flakes of her eyes and sharp eyebrows, which reminds Faith of a cat – cunning, dangerous and deceptive. Of course, Faith was sure she was just over-looking into things. "Of course, thank you for making me aware." Faith replies.

"I was wrong to taunt you before, but I've already been punished. Lucas beat me so badly that time. Surely you must have gotten your anger out by now?" Nancy didn't speak, just smiled while looking at Melody. Melody felt uncomfortable under her gaze. She lowered her head, completely unable to make eye contact with Nancy. “I really know I was wrong. I swear I'll never dare do it again. Besides, I've already helped you get all of Lucas's assets. Shouldn't you let me go now?" A few months earlier, when Nancy was awakened through hypnosis by the therapist, she had retrieved Nina's discarded phone from the trash can.

In the Giovanni mansion, Nancy starts torturing the maid to learn about the location of Selene. Despite being old, Nancy once again showed the entire Giovanni mansion about why Walter used to respect her so much. She is not just a cook in the mansion, but over time she learned to survive and thrive in the crime syndicate. She became a pro in torture. She will never kill her victims, but slowly take them to the brink of death only to bring them back. No matter what, she would always pull the information out of them, no matter how stubborn their enemy proved to be.

ROSE "What happened? You've suddenly lost your voice? Weren't you whining a few minutes ago? Go on, speak. Tell them all the cruel things you did to her!" Nancy blurted, throwing her veil off. "Oh... oh... I see. Now you feel you can shift all the blame onto me? You now preach about all the cruel things I did to her as if you weren't the one who suggested them all. You forgot how you suggested we spike her drink, which led to her losing our baby? The two times we did it, you instigated them all! Then about the womb... When she got pregnant the third time, you did the same thing, and when she was unconscious, you made me tell the doctor to remove her womb, so don't even think of placing it al

A dead end. Nancy appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a sheer lace robe that cost more than most people’s monthly rent. She walked toward him, her movements feline and calculated. For months, Nancy had been his anchor—or rather, his distraction. She was easy, she was eager, and she asked for nothing but his time and his money. She slid her arms around his waist, pressing her body against his back. "Forget her, Michael. She’s gone. She probably doesn't even remember your name. Why waste your energy on a ghost when you have a goddess right here?"

"Not anymore. You've lost your hold. You have tried to come between us, and we are done taking orders from you over our life. "Just wait!" Nancy yelled, spinning on her heel to cast a desperate last look over her shoulder. "I'll be back!" She slams the door shut. The victim turns to Nolan, “I really can't believe she has been doing this to you, why would you let such a little brat do that to you? I really can't believe she could manipulate you just like that” Nolan let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Neither can I. I should have done this ages ago."

But sitting at the center of their side of the table was a woman who wasn't sweating at all. Vivian Vance. She was twenty-five, stunningly beautiful, with platinum blonde hair cut into a sharp bob and eyes like poisoned emeralds. She was the secret, illegitimate daughter of Victor Vance—the man who had tried to kill Ethan ten years ago. Vivian leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. She offered Zara a slow, venomous smile. "You are very confident, Mrs. Cole," Vivian purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You act as though Aegis is a fortress. But empires built on blood always have cracks in the foundation."

She took out her beloved sword and joined the other warriors. "Always watch out, Nancy." Vander started attacking the black-robed vampires. "Okey, dokey." Nancy attacked the black-robed vampire who was closing in on her. She smiled crookedly. The vampires who fought her were humans; they still had the aura of a human. Nancy parried the successive attacks of her opponents and attempted to decapitate the vampire showing that disdainful face. Nancy hates being belittled! But she won't get emotional. "Princess Nancy?"

As I raise my hand, poised to slap him, Nancy interrupts by grabbing my wrist, preventing me from following through with my impulse. "You don't want to jeopardize the case, Ms. Stacey. We must handle this legally," Nancy whispers to me, and suddenly clarity washes over me. I nod in understanding, and I turn to exit the mansion, leaving him behind. I decided to take Nancy with me; after all, she is my true companion in this tumultuous journey.

Taking a deep breath, Diane used her black glasses then walking with wearing her dark glasses, carefree and with confident steps she approached a glass box embedded in the wall 'If you want to really crawl out then I'll be happy to show you to the world' Diane muttered in her thought as she shows her smug smiles, her head echoing in that's words pulling the sleeve of her coat so that it is longer covering the entire palm of her hand, holding the hem of her coat in her fist, she’s looking around before she hits the glass until it breaks, she may be a woman but she knows how to broke something in right, after the glass broke in peace by curling up her lips she push the red fire button. Nancy a