Rody And Vincent Dead Plate Novels & Stories

Amid an uncomfortable silence, I strode across the wooden gym floor finding a seat at the back like a naughty school child, Unfortunately that means I am next to a seething Denton. His long black beard was constantly being stroked, twisted and pulled by his fat fingers. While I tried to listen to Vincent’s stats and financial figures I could feel his head was turned and looking directly at me. “What?” I hissed quietly, keeping my eyes ahead. “You’re fucking dead.” “We all are,” I sighed back, “try something new.”

Vincent takes a seat and brings out his phone, typing away on it. "Vincent" He hums and continues typing away. "What did you do to Rob?" I cautiously ask His head snaps up, but he doesn't say anything for the first few seconds. He places his hand in his palm and mumbles something. 'What did you say?" I asked "He's back in the dungeons with his partner." I nod, and he stands up from the chair, walking towards the door. "Oh, and by the way, Todd won. Your techniques did come in handy...

It was a deep, rumbling boom that seemed to go on forever. Vincent was staring at his now-black tablet screen with pure joy on his face. "Perfect," he whispered. "Absolutely perfect." I felt like my world had ended. Adrian, Commander Stevens, all those professional soldiers who had been trying to help us - they were all dead because Vincent had planned this trap months in advance. "You killed them," I said, tears streaming down my face. "You killed all of them." "I eliminated a threat to my operations," Vincent corrected. "Including the man that Nichole Valmont loves most in this world."

"Don! No! I'm still useful! I know a lot of the Romanos' secrets!" "Vincent," my voice was calm, steady. "Be grateful. I'm giving you a clean death." "No! Don! Please..." BANG. The gunshot was deafening in the sealed room. Vincent's body fell backward. A single hole in the center of his forehead. His eyes were still open, filled with shock and fear. I looked at the body on the floor. I felt nothing. Traitors to the family die. No exceptions. As I was about to deal with the scene, the door opened.

Vincent said, and Ezra grunted as the idiot wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him in. “Will you, will you knock it off!” Ezra whisper-yelled as he pulled away from Vincent and began straightening himself. He looked around the room in hopes no one saw. But to his horror, everyone was watching. “Oh, for fuck sakes! Really Vincent?!” “What?” Vincent asked as he reached across Ezra and Roman to steal an onion ring from Evelyn's plate. She gasped, glared at Vincent, and watched him eat her onion ring. “I've killed people for lesser things. I highly recommend keeping your fingers out of my plate, or you might end up losing pieces of your body!” Evelyn said, and Vincent's eyes widened befo

"50 people. Pack's inner circle only. You'll need to make an impression tonight. Estelle reached for my hand, her fingers brushing my wrist. “After your training, you and I will go shopping in the afternoon. A new wardrobe for a new life. And for tonight... you need a dress that commands the room. Everyone who matters will be there.” “I’ll leave the choice to you, Mom," I said humbly. I was about to take a sip of coffee when Joel’s thumb froze on the screen. The air in the room seemed to sharpen, his eyes scanning whatever was on his screen with an unreadable expression. “What is it?” Estelle asked, catching the shift instantly. "Alpha Vincent is dead," Joel announced, his voice flat and dev

I step closer and see it says Adrian Matthews. "Is this it?" Vin asks and I nod, my mouth suddenly dry. He doesn't say anything else as I stare at the grave. He's really dead. He's never going to hurt me or my family again. Marcus is safe, Vinny is safe, I'm safe. "Are you alright?" Vinny asks. "I'm okay my love," I answer and squeeze his hand gently. "How did you cope with what he did to you?" Vincent asks me curiously.

“Who did you just name?” Lukeman nodded furiously, almost sobbing. “Vincent. Vincent Dragomir.” Lancly and I exchanged a look, something ancient and dark stirring in the space between us. “That’s impossible,” I said flatly. “The last time we checked, Vincent died in the Great War. Jonathan Nightclaw ripped his head from his shoulders and burned the remains.” “He’s alive,” Lukeman breathed. “Very much alive.” I stared at him, the wind curling around us like a warning.

Assets = people. Then, on the circled page, two lines. Jin Kwon — reacted to DECAY as a charge, not a rumor. Classified by Marcus on sight. Marcus asked: what lab. And under it: LUS narrates the dead freely. Goes silent only on the living. Torres. Jin. She underlines the last one. The room is colder after she writes it. Outside, the base keeps being alive. A door eases shut. VIBE murmurs. The gate holds in the dark.

I caught him by the collar before he fell and slammed the muzzle into his mouth. His eyes bulged. “Say hello to your boss for me,” I whispered, then pulled the trigger. His brains redecorated the staircase. I kept climbing, boots slick with blood, heart steady as a drum. Vincent was upstairs. An old man sitting on a throne of corpses, thinking himself untouchable. But tonight, the throne was going to burn. Unfortunately, I seemed to be late to the show. Renaldi lay sprawled on the marble floor like a broken doll, chest riddled with so many holes it looked like someone had tried to turn him into a sieve. His blood crawled in thick rivers toward the rug, soaking its expensive patterns until al