The Originals Vincent Novels & Stories

Jennifer and I watched as he opened multiple windows—real estate databases, property records, sale histories. "When exactly did Vincent get out of prison?" Marcus asked without looking up. I thought about what I knew about Vincent's history with the Valmont family. "About five years ago, maybe a little more. Let me check." I pulled out my phone and searched quickly. "Yeah, Vincent Reeves got out of federal prison five years and three months ago."

“That’s my essence. And I don’t intend to lose that quality now.” Her voice dropped at the end, and I didn’t miss it. “I guess Vincent still finds you useful,” I said, taunting. “That must be why he hasn’t gone for someone younger.” After Vincent’s arrival, I’d done my background check. He used to be a chronic womanizer before marrying Loretta. Everyone had been shocked when he finally settled with the most unlikely person—her. “You know,” she said, the smile fading from her face. “You, of all people, should know better than to judge someone by their past.”

The documents were official, bearing government seals and signatures. "As for what you asked me earlier," Vincent continued, his voice gentle now, "that was just a little joke. I can prove I'm quite clean—I'm still a virgin, actually." Heat flooded my cheeks. I finally understood why Vincent was late—he had gone for a comprehensive medical exam on our wedding day. But he was right. The test results showed he was completely clean, and the virginity confirmation was... unexpected. "You got tested?" I whispered, looking up at him. "I wanted everything to be perfect for you," he said simply. "No doubts, no questions. Just trust."

Vincent knew of two hunters that got burned for this very same idea, and he didn't want Danté dead, the man was like a brother to him. He scanned the pages and nearly choked when he saw the last entry 'Skyler stander!?' A vampire bitten by Vlad!? Danté managed to track someone like her down!? Where the fuck did he find it? Who was his informant!? Vincent took out a private phone, his little side scheme, then on it mapped the location, so that was where he came from? He decided to give it a check, might as well since Rebecca was now down wind, he started the RV and set off.

she said, her voice low but firm. Vincent's brow furrowed, his expression thoughtful. But then, a smile crept across his features, soft and genuine. "I love you too," he said, pulling her into a tender embrace. "You know, I never thought I'd be so lucky. I mean, back when we first met, I was an arrogant jerk who didn't know his head from his...well, you know." He paused, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "But then I met you, and everything changed. You made me want to be a better man."

But Vincent was feeling hopeless while they all were busy giving their input. He knew what was happening and why Vittorio Falsetti was eager to see him. Because if he weren’t eager, he wouldn’t have sent such a strong message through Lucas, and he certainly wouldn’t have leveraged Claire as a guarantee to ensure he turned up. Vincent excused himself for a moment to use the restroom, then went straight into the basement parking, collected the car, and drove to the address. It was probably an impulsive thing to do, something Gael and John, both warned him against. But they couldn’t understand this heaviness in his chest, this absolutely terrible thought of losing Claire. He didn’t think he was

Vincent continued. “This isn’t about my looks. Molly and I met at the club before this Salvador situation. She knows I’m not rich, and she might start talking,” Ethan explained. “I still think you should bend her over. If the two of you… smash, she might calm down,” Dre laughed. Vincent and Ethan shot him daggers. “He’s not going to do that! Don’t get near Marlene, or her father and brothers will blacklist you. By the way, her name is Marlene, not Molly,” Vincent said.

"You look exhausted. You are." I murmured as I produced a knife and started to cut into the thick ropes with which he was bound.. the ropes did not give immediately, they were thick and strong and I could see the lines on Vincenzo. He had immediately dismissed the weary look in his eyes the moment he had seen us and that was the exact thing I had expected from him. He never was one to Show vulnerability. He would never show that he was in distress and needed help. If he had a way, he would break free right there and be the one to protect us from the harm we did not see coming. "I'm sorry you girls had to go through this much trouble for my sake. These bastards will have to pay for this."

“Then why the hell did you take my virginity?” The room fell into stunned silence. Vincent’s face paled. I clenched my fists, my body shaking. That night—Vincent had come home drunk, stumbling, lost in whatever demons haunted him. I had liked him back then, but I’d never dared to voice it. I’d known he saw me as nothing more than the maid’s daughter, the orphan his mother had taken in. But he was the one who had reached for me that night. He was the one who held my hands, who begged me not to leave him. He was the one who kissed me, pressed me against the bed, whispering things I had longed to hear.

Since then, Vincent had disappeared from public view. Rumors suggested that his life had fallen apart—once a carefree and privileged man, he had become a destitute debtor, despised and avoided by everyone. The Winthrope Group and the Kensington Group had a long-standing partnership in the past. Vincent had frequent interactions with Joseph's predecessors. However, after Joseph took over, he discovered that Vincent had a serious gambling addiction and owed a significant amount of debt to the Kensington Group. Unable to repay it, acquiring the Winthrope Group was a reasonable move.