The Originals Vincent Novels & Stories

"My once-winning hand has been completely shattered. Now, I can only try to mend my relationship with Austin bit by bit." Jacob lamented. He shook his head in resignation. "Perhaps I can still make some connections with the Clarks." … On the way home, Vincent sped away in his Koenigsegg. Austin glanced at Vincent helplessly. "You're the one who blew your own cover. You can't blame me for that." Considering Yannis' stunning figure, it was understandable that Vincent would be interested in her. Moreover, their intimate interaction just now seemed to indicate that things were falling into place.

Damn I was good! “Good, let’s get started. Please tell me how you first met Vincent Lopez and how you came to make him vampire,” I said. “I met Vincent at Runaway Bay, in Jamaica. He was a trader, spices and such. He was simply dashing and I couldn’t help but follow him. Several nights I did so and one night he was walking back to his cabin from dinner when a pirate jumped on him, beat him up badly and stole his money. I fought myself on whether to interfere, I know we are not to involve ourselves in human matters but I was just so … taken with him.

But instead of being happy, we both just felt suffocated. He was undoubtedly my mate, a bad and ironic thing. I have thought about the first meeting with my mate; maybe I will rush to hug and kiss him in overwhelming happiness. But now, I just want to stab his heart with a knife and his accomplices. Vincent is the younger brother of Alpha Darius, the head of Hell Moon. Vincent's reputation was unquestionable; he soon became a living legend in the eyes of many.

The space of the bar was very large and designed for dancing, so the tables next to each other were also very far apart. “Hey, I noticed that man intended to approach that girl who was drinking alone. She looks quite beautiful, should I come and be the hero to rescue the beauty?” Vincent's lady-killer nature had always remained unchanged. Unlike Harry and Brian, who come from two of the richest and most powerful families, Vincent single-handedly built his career and became the president and CEO of the largest entertainment company in the country. That was why Brian wanted to take advantage of him to invest in film production at his request.

"Melt it down. We can donate the money to our 'Anti-Violence and Peace Foundation.' It can be his one good deed." Vincent's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He kissed my earlobe. "As you wish, my lady." What he didn't know was that long before, when I was sixteen, the purple wind chimes had already found their way into my world. That year, Vincent had returned to New York for the first time as an heir to report to the family. He stood on the balcony of the villa next door, a cigar between his fingers, his gaze passing through the garden fence to land on the foolish girl who was being completely duped by Nico's self-pity act.

Vincent said. "Are you serious?" Brent asked with disbelief. Vincent did not answer. It was the first time Vincent had felt oddly attracted to the woman. He never forgets what this woman did to him. "Is she single?" said Brent. Vincent shrunk his shoulders. "I don't know." "How did you meet her?" Tristan said. "She's the woman I met at the bar," Vincent said. "The woman who nearly smashed your..." Brent said "She's the first woman who ignored and rejected me." Vincent

His voice was sharp now, demanding clarity, and the edge of it made Fenrik glance at him. Vincent finally rose from the table, moving with the effortless grace of someone entirely unconcerned with danger or consequence. Each step was deliberate, measured. He removed his long coat and hung it neatly on a rack, the motion casual but precise, like someone performing a ritual. “I offered her a living vessel to drink from,” he said slowly, turning to face them. “A source that would have given her the power quickly, efficiently. But instead… she chose another living vessel.”

, Charles answered, turning to glare at Vincent. “Oh” Kate murmured, but she swore the name sounded like someone she knew. “So you've been gossiping about me”, the man named Vincent said, as Charles rolled his eyes in response. “I should have introduced myself earlier”, he added, turning to Kate. “I'm Vincent Andino but you can call me Vincy”. “Vincent Andino!? There was only one Vincent Andino she knew and he was her cousin!” Kate thought, masking her shocked expression. “No wonder he looked familiar”.

"Don't dare come near my people again" Damont got on the elevator wondering how he was going to get information on Vinca. He needed to do something before she appeared again. He wasn't suited for jail and there was no way he was going to do time.

“That must be good then. “What's your name?” Alex asked. Vincent opened his mouth before shaking his head. “If you ask me questions, I get to ask you some too.” Alex shrugged casually. “You go on.” “Well, you guys have forgotten about me.” Jenna grumbled. Alex smiled at her and winked as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and hugged it to her chest. She glared at Alex before closing her eyes. He turned back to Vincent. “So what's your name?” “Vincent.” He said. “Vincent Reynolds.” He added.