Novel & Cerita V E Schwab Vicious Series

I'm reining myself around her, but I can't hold it any longer. She disappears upstairs with her friends. I spin. Vikas is already waiting for my attention. Kadam is standing behind him, head bowed, eyes full of fear. I stride at him, "I'll cut you in pieces if you deviate from your duty again." He's the best at his job, I don't wanna kill him. "I've taken a blood oath boss. It won't happen again." He bows his head. He couldn't meet my gaze as he knew it would be his last move on this earth.

Beside him stood a quiet looking red haired boy with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes and full red lips. The last of the group was perhaps the most intimidating of all—a broad-shouldered guy with messy, dark brown hair and a chiseled jawline, his lips set in a near-permanent scowl. Their collective energy was magnetic, dangerous even, and they all looked at us as if they were sizing us up— “Those young men are known as the Vicious Boys.” Vincent’s voice interrupted my train of thoughts and I did not miss the warning in his voice. “You’d do well to stay away from them. They’ve earned their reputation.”

I was Sunesis Valez, the quiet, clumsy assistant who wore big, baggy sweaters, hid behind her hair, and looked down at the floor so people would ignore her. But under these bright lights, behind this silver mask, I was Sable. People in the VIP section began to whisper. I looked through the small holes of my mask and immediately saw a face I knew very well. It was Blake Ashford. My boss at the office. He sat back on the leather couch, slowly spinning a glass with an amber drink. He looked just as proud and cold as he did at work, surrounded by beautiful women he did not even look at. A familiar pain pinched my chest. For two years, I had secretly loved him from afar. I spent my days watching

It wasn’t long before Fabio’s latest rival, Victor, an ambitious and ruthless businessman, set his sights on exploiting the cracks in Fabio’s life. Victor’s jealousy of Fabio wasn’t merely about business success; he envied Fabio’s family life and stability. Determined to unsettle Fabio on a personal level, Victor launched a scheme to drive a wedge between him and Sophia. By planting seeds of doubt, Victor hoped to weaken Fabio’s resolve, making his business empire more vulnerable.

Adrian's eyes searched my very core, as if the full depth of the fire that stormed inside him were burning in these tawny brown eyes. "Let me tell you how the name of Visha came about," he said in his low, husky voice that sent chills down my spine. The closeness between us made my heart pound hard, and so I leaned nearer as Adrian launched into the story of subterfuge and betrayal. "Visha was a New York criminal," Adrian started, distaste dripping in every word of his utterance. "He scamming entrepreneurs by telling them that he would sell them goods, when they pay for the goods, he blocks them or gives them excuses." My anger boiled over, thinking of the victims of Visha as my eyes narrowe

" I stood up, walking over to the dresser and picking up a sleek black tablet. I walked back and handed it to her. On the screen, the real-time stock market dashboard for the Vance Group was pulled up. The red lines were plummeting, a brutal, unforgiving drop that signaled the beginning of a corporate execution. "I already started the fire," I said calmly. "I pulled our shipping mergers and began buying up their debt. But I want to completely liquidate them. I want to take everything Davis Vance holds dear—his title, his money, his family pride—and turn it to dust. I have the capital, Jessica. But you know the internal layout of his company better than anyone alive. Work with me. Be my weapo

It looks like a toy in his large, powerful hand - a pathetic, flimsy thing that has nonetheless managed to stab him in the back. He sits on the edge of the coffee table, directly in front of Rhea, forcing her to look at him. He scrolls through the messages, his thumb moving with a slow, agonizing rhythm through the messages—the "I love yous," the "I miss yous," the "Stay safe, babe.", the “Are you still working” With every word he reads, the vein in his temple pulses with a fresh wave of violence. Each swipe is a lash against Rhea’s spirit.

“Phoenix. Code word: Patterson anomaly. Get to the office. Now.” I closed my eyes, the cold realization settling over me. I wasn’t a secretary, not an employee, and certainly not just a lover. I was the key piece in a deadly game of corporate and personal vengeance, a fact now shared by the only man powerful enough to challenge the killer. My hands, still resting on the terminal, finally found their anchor—the icy, determined certainty that I was fighting for my life, and that Sebastian Schulz was my only shield.

Patricia said with a flat smile. "He is really greedy man. He's not even satisfied with just hurting my daughter. Now wants everything to be his. I should have really killed him from the start," said Adrian West. "Calm down. We'll see that man bring Andrew back. David will give up if Andrew is stronger to refuse. And we can take over everything if that happens," Patricia said casually as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Adrian West was now nodding decisively. "What about Gustav? Has he done a good job?" asked Adrian curiously. Patricia nodded emphatically.

Sebastian was already waiting when they reached Rowan’s penthouse. Screens filled the living room wall, lines of code and security feeds running constantly. He turned as they entered. “Well,” he said, studying Elena, “you definitely look like a Vale.” She dropped onto the couch. “Please don’t make that a compliment.” Sebastian almost laughed. Rowan moved straight to the screens. “Status.” Sebastian’s expression turned serious. “Victor has started moving assets.” Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Financial?” “Political. Corporate. Security.”