The Originals Vincent Novels & Stories

Maybe because you never watch the news. "Wait here, I'll come get you." Vincenzo said and with that, he opened the door pushing past the paparazzis before opening my side of the door and helping me out. Immediately we exited the car, lights flashed and people shouted all of them hoping to have their question answered by the infamous billionaire. I kept my head down, clutching Vince's hand like my life depended on it. Phone recorders and microphones were shoved in our faces as cameras flashed repeatedly almost making me blind.

"The Romano men have a habit of letting women destroy them." I tightened my grip on the edge of the desk as I tried to hide my trembling hands. "This isn't just business for you, is it?” I asked. “This war with the Romanos, it's personal for you.” Vincent's lips turned up into a cold smile. "Indeed, it’s very personal." He moved to the bar in the corner and poured himself a drink. "For me, it's not just about crushing Dante's organization. I want him to watch everything he and his family built crumble completely before I finally kill him."

"That's enough. Go back to your pack, Eve. You're not welcome here." Eve froze, fear flashing through her eyes momentarily. Then she turned and stormed off, humiliated. Vincent turned to face me, his gaze filled with mixed feelings. A shock like never before rippled through me. I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Why did you do all of this for me? What do I have that's worth your devotion?" Vincent's gaze was gentle and steady. "Do you remember when you won your first hunting competition? That was the first time I saw a woman so radiant and powerful.

~HUNTER~ "You're brooding again." Vincent's voice cut through my attention as I stared at the London skyline through the rain-streaked windows. The merger documents lay forgotten on my desk, numbers blurring together as my mind wandered to a pair of warm brown eyes and a three-year-old with my stubborn chin. "I don't brood," I muttered, loosening my tie. "I strategize." "Right. And I'm secretly Batman." Vincent sprawled across my leather couch like he owned the place, tossing peanuts from my expensive crystal bowl into his mouth.

"Vincent. You know the price of betrayal." Vincent was crying, shaking his head. "Don, I can give all the money back! I'll do anything to make it right! Please, give me a chance!" I looked at the man kneeling on the floor. For a second, I felt something. Vincent had been with my father for a decade. He was an old-timer. But some lines, once you cross them, there's no coming back. I slowly pulled the M1911 from my waistband. The second Vincent saw the gun, he broke. "Don! No! I'm still useful! I know a lot of the Romanos' secrets!"

he says kneeling in front of her. "I'm really sorry for what I've made him into... It was my fault his parents died... I accidentally killed my own daughter trying to take her back--away from Vincent's father. All the years that past, I thought they all died... Vince was 10 when they died... I thought he was with them in the car crash... but no, he survived. He lived in the streets of Germany since he was ten. He worked as a cleaner in public stations at a young age... mechanic in his teenage... when I've found him, he was already about to settle down with an ambitious girl who didn't hesitate to kill their own child when I offer her fame... I have ruined Vincent trying to get myself the bes

Chapter 8: When The Original Characters Changed What will happened if the original characters changed? The original female lead was changed into a transmigrator, the original side characters— her three brothers— was reincarnated and the original villain was also a transmigrator. Then what about the male lead? Her lips twitch. Actually, it was better if it's true.

Vincent laughed as he straightened slightly, his eyes fixed on Damon as the sound cut through the room. "Enzo," Vincent said slowly, disappointment threading his voice as his gaze sharpened. "No… you are here to finish what your foolish father started." "Don't you dare..." Damon started, his voice breaking into anger as his grip tightened. "Yes, I took her," Vincent cut in, Alejandro's chin lifting slightly as his gaze stayed locked on him. "And I would do it again." A shot rang out and Vincent's body jerked back into the seat as breath tore from him and blood spread through his side, his hand pressing to the wound as his fingers trembled and his breathing broke unevenly.

The single piece of redeeming information is no mention of Tiffany as his girlfriend either. One interesting piece of information however is that Vincent is a third. His father and grandfather were both named Vincent. My Vincent... um... this Vincent, attended college at an Ivy League school and then fell off the face of the earth for a few years before he took over the company at age twenty-four. It reads simply enough, but the more I learn about Vincent Valiant, the more questions I have.

"Then I will give it, but with some conditions." Vincent entered Zach's apartment after successfully infiltrating the police station below. Zach, who was so worried, immediately came over and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God you have arrived. How did you manage to avoid the police?" Zach asked, then handed Kyron to Vincent. "I climbed the wall," Vincent admitted to Zach without hiding anything. Zach was stunned when he looked at Vincent, who was now carrying Kyron and kissed his forehead. "How can you..." "I am a vampire, Father. I knew it," Vincent said to Zach, who was increasingly shocked in disbelief. Quickly, he took Kyron back from Vincent's arms. It was Vincent's turn to be stunn