Rody And Vincent Dead Plate Novels & Stories

Fresh blood dripped from the dead man's mouth and chest. When Vincent looked at the men who were marching towards him, he immediately recognized who they were. He could never forget them and neither will he be able to forget this day. They were the same men who killed Minerva's father on that gore day at Blueshead. “Young man, give the girl to us and we'll let you live. It's not a plea, it's a demand,” one of the men who looked huge said between gritting teeth. Impatience written on his forehead as he stood in front of the others.

She was positive that it could be Cedric came to rescue her. The more that footstep got closer, Virginia started to feel safe. She woke up from her seat and tried to welcome Cedric. “Well hello, Virginia. Your play time is over!” It was not Cedric but Vincent pointing out his gun at Virginia. “No way…” Virginia was shocked. She could not move nor speak more. “I am the one who killed your pawn. Too bad Miller failed to kill Cedric, but I refuse to fail my mission to kill you!” Vincent’s killing intent was written over his evil face.

His eyes reddened. “Shut… up…” he forced out through clenched teeth. “Don’t worry! She can take it! You can play however you want—” Vincent kept babbling. “I said shut up!!!” Don Corleone’s foot slammed hard into Vincent’s chest. “Crack!” The sound of ribs breaking rang out clearly. Vincent didn’t even have time to scream. His body flew backward like a torn sack, smashing into the wall several meters away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, motionless.

His performance was flawless. "You don't understand!" Marco yelled, spitting venom. "She deserved it! The perfect Dr. Rossi! Always looking down on us from her sterile throne! So pure! So untouchable!" "Where is she?" Vincent's voice was deceptively calm. A razor's edge of control over a boiling ocean of rage. "She's dead! The infection—" Marco's words were cut short. Vincent moved with the feral speed I remembered too well. He crossed the room in a blur. He slammed Marco against the rough wooden wall. His knee drove hard into Marco's gut. The violence was visceral, brutal.

He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask. "There," my childhood friend, Dr. Hayes, stammered, pointing at the table. "Found in the marshlands, near the border of the new territory. It… it has your family crest." Killian’s gaze locked onto the tarnished silver necklace on the corpse's chest. He had placed it around my neck himself when we were mated. It was carved with the Reynolds family crest. I died clutching it. I thought it would bring me home. Killian strode forward. He reached out with his bare hands and ripped the necklace from my corpse.

“And yet, I was hoping you’d be late. It would’ve made things… more interesting.” Ryan’s fingers curled into his fists at his sides. “Vincent,” he said, voice low but steady, “don’t. Don’t play games. Tell us where Olinda is. Now.” Vincent tilted his head, smirk widening, eyes glinting like steel. “Patience, Ryan. That’s what you need. Patience.” He stepped back slightly, moving toward the back room with deliberate grace, making sure the dog’s owner followed him with wide eyes. “Everything will happen… in its own time.”

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

Vincent turned to look in my direction at the sound of the hammer being cocked, and then he grunted, falling backward right off the bed, his blood splattered over the bed, the wall, and on my trembling wife. I slowly rose, Carlo stepping back until he was now pressed against the bedroom door. With the letter opener gripped in my fist, I stepped up to Vincent’s corpse. He lay there, his gaze trained on me with lifeless eyes, the bullet hole centered between them. “Go,” I said to Carlo in a low, deadly voice. A second later, the suite door opened and closed, and I kneeled over Vincent. I gripped his arm and laid it flat as I brought the letter opener to his fingers and cut every single one off

But with something far more dangerous— Possessiveness. And Leonard had never liked losing what he considered his. He couldn’t just lose him… again. Never. Not in this lifetime. Or any to come. [Ryu’s Room] – That same night The air was thick with the smell of drugs, alcohol, and cigarette smoke. Ryu lay on the bed, drowning himself in liquor, crying and laughing at the same time like a maniac. The door creaked open. Vincent stepped in — he’d been knocking for minutes with no answer, so he came in uninvited.

Vincent kissed her head and hold her hip using his left hand, squeezing it from time to time. In the middle of the silence, his phone rang. Celestine was forced to move away from Vincent because of that then she sat again in her seat. She was expecting Vincent to open the car door and talk to someone over the phone outside. However, Vincent answered the call without even moving in the driver's seat. "Boss, almost half of your father's men are dead," Nicholas said to Vincent while he was walking on the dead bodies on his way to the rooftop where the sniper hid to hit his target which is Venedict.