Sift Heads Vinnie Novels & Stories

I gulped at the intensity those ocean blue eyes held while my trembling lips whispered, "M..Mr.Villin?" I*:- sn_nina_arthur. F*:- S.N Nina Arthur

I kiss his cheek and then stand back so Marcus can do the test. "Inspection," Marcus says firmly. Vincent puts his hands behind his head and spreads his legs to be shoulder width apart. He keeps his back straight and I smile as he calms his nerves. I notice David looking at Vinny's body hair but I understand why. It's unusual for a sub to have armpit hair or a happy trail but I don't mind them as long as he keeps them relatively short. Marcus keeps him in this position for a few minutes until I can see Vins arms start to shake slightly.

He grumbled as he laid his head on the table with a funny look. Runa giggled as she ruffled his brown curly hair. Looking up she heard the door open and saw Vinnie come in. She sighed. “Is Runa here?” He asked but he has already known she was here since he smelt her here. Dorthy nodded, pointing to the back and Vinnie excused himself and made his way to his sister. Getting there he looks at the kid in front of her. “Hey, sis.” Vinnie said, coming over to her and kissing her forehead, “Your kid?”

overrides the prefrontal cortex’s capacity for high-level logic. ​Arthur Vane, the lead negotiator for the rival Northern Alliance, was a man who had built a career on smelling weakness in others. He sat across from Damon, tapping a gold pen against a copy of the Meridian Acquisition Treaty. Vane was human, but he was backed by Kellen’s money, and he was currently looking for a way to puncture the Rourke armor.

A life with one less limb sounded better than any life she’d live with Cullen Reich. -- Vin couldn’t decide whether to blame his migraine on the music banging against his eardrums or the itch on his upper lip from the fake mustache he’d been wearing. “Vin, you there?” came Soren’s voice on his in-ear comms. “Boss?” Vin struggled not to scratch or pull off the faux hair entirely. “Yeah, I hear you. Any louder and the whole club will hear you.” He grit out through clenched teeth. “Gotcha. And relax your shoulders some more.”

“No, never. And her mother loves me, I used to talk to her when she wouldn’t talk to me.” We hear raised voices from inside, and I know Matteo must’ve come downstairs. I feel my heart beating through my entire chest for some reason, and I wonder whether it’s just from the coffee kicking in. “I think Matteo’s up.” Vinnie says, changing the subject. We put our cigarettes out and I follow him to the door. “Happy birthday you little weasel.” Vinnie laughs and walks in front of me to hug Matteo. Our eyes meet over Vinnie’s shoulder as they hug. He’s wearing shorts that show off his leg tattoos and a white shirt. Objectively, he looks good.

"Oh, my God! Vincent looks amazing in this! He's the very image of the aloof, dominant CEO in the photos!" I propped my chin on my hand, a half-smile playing on my lips as I looked at her. "Have you been waiting long?" Yvonne immediately blushed. She nervously straightened up in her seat, her voice betraying a hint of unease as she asked, "A-Are you actually 'WindListener'? Your voice doesn't seem to match the one in-game, though." In that instant, the comment section scrolled past at high speed. "It seems like the supporting male lead just messed up!"

NICCO “What now, Alpha?” Vinnie asked. He was watching me closely and I was pretty sure that he knew something was up. I wasn’t acting normally. My wolf was driving me crazy, and I was having a hard time thinking. “Can you get me more information on her?” I asked Vinnie. He wasn’t that great with computers but some of the guys that worked for me were. Vinnie nodded. “Sure. Give me a minute.” He selected someone from his contacts and spoke for a few minutes. He got a text and checked it, confirming something and then disconnected.

It was Danny’s rage bleeding into Alex, fuelling the Alpha’s predatory instinct with a human’s thirst for vengeance. "Net," Alex said, his voice a whisper of death. "Trace that second voice. Now." "I'm already on it, Alpha," Net said, his fingers blurred across the keys. "Voice-print analysis is cross-referencing with the Council's internal security registry. Matching... matching... Got a hit. It’s Vane. He’s the Head of Sanitization for the High Council. A posh title for executioner. He doesn't just kill people; he erases their existence."

He nodded in my direction. Giovanni turned to me, now I had two sets of eyes staring me down. “You have no idea.” Giovanni winked before holding his hand out for me to join him. “What's going on?” I whispered hesitantly. My feet refused to budge from my position in the open door way, I was still gripping the door handle so tightly my knuckles were burning. “This is Vincenzo.” “Call me Vinnie.” Vinnie stepped towards me, holding his large hand out to shake. I remained in my spot, using the door as support.