The Originals Vincent Novels & Stories

"If they won't answer our questions, we'll force the information out of them." "That's insane," James said. "The Originals were already unstable when we last dealt with them. Deliberately waking one" "Is the only option I see," Luna finished. "Vincent, can you weaken your section of the balance enough to allow me to pull an Original into full consciousness without alerting the other anchors?" She could feel Vincent's hesitation through the bond, but she could also feel his agreement. They'd made impossible choices before. This was just another one. "I can do it," Vincent confirmed. "But Luna, if this goes wrong"

Vincentte looked at me and I nodded for him to go and I'll be fine, “I'm coming back” He said to me and left, now it's just me and his father, it was my first time meeting Vincentte’s father, and it's now even going well cause I'm shaking inside, he gently smiled at him cause it was beginning to get awkward with the way he's staring at me, And for the first time, his lips curved in a smile “Nice meeting you Nazy Matin, daughter of Antonio Matin, the drunk that caused the death of Vienna Vlaydimir, do you know who that is……Vincentte's twin”

Drinking wine. Not surprised. Not afraid. Just... resigned. “I wondered when you’d come,” he said. Zach didn’t answer. Just leveled his gun at Vincent’s chest. Vincent looked at me. “He doesn’t know, does he?” I frowned. “Know what?” Vincent smiled; slow and poisonous. “That I was never loyal to Roman. That it was always the Voronin’s. That the whole time I was training you, protecting you, raising you, I was waiting.”

" he shouted angrily at us both. Then he again tried to lunge at the four pack members who were holding him back. Evelyn Lance? I gave Alex a questioning look, but he still focused his eyes on Vincent. An uneasy feeling suddenly rose up inside of me. "Vincent ... What's your relationship with Evelyn?" His sharp gaze that had been focused on Alex now turned to me, "She's my mate!" "Oh no." I muttered in horror. Vincent seemed to hear my mumbling because his race turned pale when he looked at me, wnen he spoke again his voice was hoarse and full of panic, "Caroline, where is Evelyn?"

Or another series of miserable days. Vincent is in the hospital. He doesn't know that the person who will marry him is not Aurora but Azura. “Investigate who cut my car brake lines.”

I whispered. He lowered his gaze to me, eyes warm and deep. “Let’s,” he said. During the vows, Vincent’s hand tightened around mine. His voice, usually composed and cold, softened unexpectedly. “Actually,” he said, “our story began long before this alliance.” “When I was ten, I was cornered at the docks by one of the rival mafia families. I hid behind a shipping crate—and then a little girl appeared.” “She threw a toy gun to distract them, grabbed my hand, and pulled me through three alleys to safety.”

So, he decided he would first head to South Hearth to see Zayn on set! After making his decision, Vincent rushed to the airport. By helping an elderly lady carry her luggage, Vincent successfully blended into an elderly tour group and boarded the plane with these elderly people. Then, with the same tactic, he blended his way onto a boat to South Hearth. Vincent failed to realize that there had been a small figure secretly following him along the way. … Vincent stood on the streets of South Hearth, looking around curiously. This was most likely the place where Zayn was filming his movie.

A b**ch who has been watching him from far walked up to him and smiled seductively. "You look lonely handsome how about I give you a nice head ? " The b**ch said and tried to touch him but he glared at her. Dennis wasn't putting on his glasses at the moment , he had eye contact on , he looked more manly and handsome with his eye contact on and that made it hard for girls to look away from him. "Sorry girl but our Friend is a virgin Mary he doesn't f**k " Vincent said and the b**ch mumbled and "oh " Before walking away sadly.

Mya asked curiously and looked toward Vincent's answer sheet. Frowning, Adrian said, "I remember him. Vincent lost his parents when he was little and was raised by his grandparents. Still, he shouldn't have failed this badly. What could have gone wrong?" Adrian had read the candidates’ profiles and memorized them all. He recalled that Vincent was held in high regard in his academy, so it did not make sense for him to score so low. Seeing this, Adrian made a decision. "Follow me to Cawthorn County. We’re going to meet Vincent."

The first time I met Vincent was the night he got dumped. His fiancée, the girl he'd been engaged to since childhood, had flown off to Italy without a second glance. He was sitting alone, slamming back drinks at the dive bar where I worked. I'd open a bottle of hard liquor, and he'd down the whole thing. My commission from his drinks that night alone was thirty thousand dollars. As I was getting ready to leave at dawn, he grabbed my sleeve and wouldn't let go.