The Originals Vincent Novels & Stories

"My name is Vincent. I was born in the 17th century in France. I was turned into a vampire by a powerful witch, and I've been alive ever since. But I've always kept to myself, staying away from humans and other vampires alike." Amanda and Hannah listened intently, scribbling notes on their notepads. "But why did you come here to this village?" Hannah asked. Vincent hesitated again, looking down at the ground. "I came here to escape. I had killed a human in a fit of rage, and the villagers found out about me. They tried to kill me, but I managed to escape up into the mountain," he explained. Amanda and Hannah exchanged a knowing look. This was the same story they had heard from the old man in

Vincent said “How about you and Carter. Did you know each other long?” “Only since the day we were born,” Vincent responded, “Carter is my cousin, from my mother’s side.” “Wow! I didn’t know that,” Elin exclaimed “He’s been there for as long as I can remember. We didn’t get along much when we were younger, but when we started high school we started hanging out together more. He was the one who helped me take back my father’s shares and restore my place in the family company,” Vincent said “That’s wonderful,” She whispered just as they got to her family’s house.

Elena slowly pushed herself up. “Dad…” The word escaped before she could stop it. No matter what he had done… He was still the man who had raised her. Damien grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” She froze. Vincent’s body moved. Slowly. Painfully. He rolled onto one knee. Blood ran from a cut above his eye. His expensive suit was torn. For the first time in decades… Vincent Devereaux looked vulnerable. Adrian smiled. “There he is.” “The man I created.”

We managed to get Vincent out of there without creating a scene, and now he's in his room with Heather beside him, while I lay my head against my man's chest, caressing the inked skin and waiting for him to speak as we lay on my mattress. "Vincent met Karina first, but I never thought he was serious about her. He told me he was one of his chicks—fuck and dump. Knowing Vincent, that wasn't hard to believe, then I met her months later. At first, I didn't know it was her. I never recognised the girl, so it was hard not to get confused. " he explains and I hum.

[Translation: Don't lie to me boy] "I'm not," he says firmly. "Giovanni, I know you better than anyone else and I sure as hell do know when a man has a woman in his life." Vincent raises an eyebrow, "How?" "You're glowing and you smell like sex," she says bluntly. Vincent sniffs himself; he did smell like sex; he should have taken a shower he left Chanel’s place. "Fine, I've met someone," he admits. "Italian?" He shakes his head, "African American."

"We need to figure out where those bastards are or how to smoke them out. I am done with this playing cool game called waiting. “Vincent said as he hits the table with his open palms and the table groans. Gwen rested her palm against his body as he visibly calmed down, which the rest of the primordials took as a good thing. Vince is always in control but even with him being in control, he is still powerful, they didn't want to imagine what a feral Vince will look like and if they admit their inner fear of them not being able to control Vince, it might make one of them snap and take Vince out even before he becomes a threat. “And the legendary master of coolness lost his cool. “Jacob

Thus, he had gotten James to investigate. Vincent had hidden his identity very well. His real name was Sean Riley, and Vincent was just a fake name. It took some time to discover his true identity. When James was sent over Vincent's real information to Jackson, Jackson had gone to look for Yvonne immediately, but Yvonne and Vincent had seemingly vanished together.

"We'll cooperate, but cautiously. We can't let them uncover... certain truths." "Truths?" I echoed, my curiosity piqued. Vincent's expression turned enigmatic. "About my past, Ruth. About Rebecca and me." My heart skipped a beat. "Tell me," I urged. Vincent's eyes searched mine, as if seeking permission. "Rebecca and I... we were once close," he began, his voice low. "But our relationship was complicated. She was... fragile, even then." I listened, entranced, as Vincent revealed the tangled web of his past with Rebecca.

“They fed you that intel to get me away from her. They knew I’d come running like a goddamn fool.” Zayn’s face turned pale. “You think this was a trap?” I growled. “I know it was a trap.” Just as I was about to shift and tear my way back to my mate, a black Jaguar rolled in like it owned the damn world. I didn’t need to see the plate to know who it was. Vincent. The bastard slid out of the car in his usual Armani smugness, hair slicked back like a mafia prince from a soap opera, and that god-awful smirk painted across his face.

The woman holding his files jumped and dropped them, rushing to grab a tissue to wipe off the screen. “Where do you want me to wipe?!” Vincent’s face turned pitch black. But on the other end, Evander’s mood improved — probably because some reckless woman had gotten too close to Vincent again. He fired back, “You’ve been used so much, and now you’re worried about a little smear? Quit being so damn picky!” Vincent: “No one’s ever wiped me off before!” He said this while tilting his mouth toward the woman and pointing at the coffee stain on his lip. Then he said to Evander on the phone, “I’m still a virgin, man.”