Romans & histoires V E Schwab Vicious Series

"The Russo King is not a patient man. If that door doesn't open in three minutes, he’ll drop the rod. Manhattan will have a new crater, and I’ll be the only one left to tell the story of the tragic Vane explosion." Sabizina’s fingers danced across the secondary terminal. She wasn't just spoofing Viktor's pulse anymore; she was rerouting the building’s internal power gridd. "You always were a bad businessman, Father," she muttered, her eyes glowing with a cold, digital light. "You never account for the hidden costs." Thirty miles away, in a sprawling, derelict warehouse in Secaucus, Rage Vane moved like a wraith through the shadows. He had a suppressed HK416 in his hands and a thermal optic m

“You’re so indecisive! You promised me, and you already let go of Julia. Did you really let her go? During our wedding, everything got ruined just because Julia showed up! You even chased after her!” She sniffed and looked at Julia. “This woman can easily manipulate you. She can make you believe the video is real and even force you to kill yourself to prove your innocence. I didn’t have a choice, alright? I’ve reached a point where I can’t live without you. I was so scared that your feelings for Julia would come back and you would abandon me again next month. That is why I came up with this plan… So, you’ll give up on Julia completely. But right now… I just realized how pathetic I am… This i

Vivienne begged, rushing forward and throwing her hands up to try and shield her daughter. "You... you!" the man known as Victor, roared. He pointed a shaking, furious finger directly at Seraphine's face, his eyes practically bulging with anger. "You absolute disgrace! You embarrassed me in front of the entire werewolf council! You dragged our family name through the dirt!" Seraphine didn't say a single word. She just stood there, her head snapped to the side, clutching her burning, bright red cheek. The pain was nothing compared to the sheer humiliation suffocating her.

[preview] "Serine, you are under arrest," "Fucking great," I roll my eyes. [WAY TO START OF HER NEW YEAR] "I am going to make your life a living hell," he smirks. "She's back?" "I'm not trying end my life," I roll my eyes, staring into space. "Although, I'd like to ruin someone else's" [FAMILIAR FACES] "Who's the fool now huh Serine?" [REVENGE]

“Welcome home, Miss Vance. The primary office is open. The author is waiting.” Viktor’s face went completely white in the glare of the lantern. "No... No, the loop was supposed to close! The assets are mine!" He reached into his coat, his hand coming out with a heavy silver revolver, but before he could raise the barrel toward the dais, Aisha materialized from the smoke behind him, her combat knife catching the red security light as she drove it straight into his shoulder, sending him crashing into the stone steps.

They were going with the mindset to bring Aiden with them. It was 6:20 pm, Victor entered the room. His cloths were dirty and a small cut over his cheek. "There you are..... what happened?" Andrew asked him as he saw his condition. "Black Swan happened..... they almost took me." "You visited their mansion!!" "Yeah." "And you come back right after you reached there...... that's my tiger. I call you that not for nothing." "I got some orders..." "You take orders other than mine?" "I take orders from those who are good to me."

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, slow enough to make the air thrum around them. Another low growl rumbled from deep in his chest that spreaded a cold and electric kind of feeling through Freya, leading to intense want. The sudden pool of wetness she was feeling under her was all she needed to confirm tha she wanted to be intimate with the Vicious Alpha. It scared her. Was he using magic? If so, why on her? She was fucked. She suddenly missed it as his hand pulled away from her face, boots scraping faintly as he backed toward the door.

She grabbed a cup of water from her car and poured it over my canister, trying to block the spray. Then, without warning, she snatched up a military shovel and swung it viciously in our direction. I could not let go. If I did, Benjamin would fall to his death. With him strapped to my back, I had no time to dodge. The shovel came down hard, slamming into his arm with a sickening crack. His scream tore through the pit as blood splattered across the sand. Then, he fell unconscious. Celeste spat, "You filthy piece of trash! Still trying to turn Vincent against me? Let's see how many more hits you can take."

It felt like a baptism. The confrontation in Geneva was three weeks past. The public story was a masterpiece of controlled narrative: a tragic internal conspiracy at Rogers Industries, masterminded by the rogue CFO Evelyn Voss and the embittered half-brother Marcus Vale, who had perished in a violent confrontation at a Swiss villa while attempting to sell corporate secrets. Anton Rogers, the courageous CEO, with the aid of external security consultant Sabatine Stalker, had uncovered the plot and prevented a global catastrophe. The stolen prototype was recovered. The official inquiries were ongoing, but the tide of public and legal opinion had turned. The evidence Sabatine had meticulously ga

His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes. They forced him onto his knees in the center of the room before stepping aside, while Diago took his place beside me. The VIP room fell into an eerie silence. The man looked up nervously. "Mr. King, I..." Before he could finish, I stood up and stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of me. My polished shoes clicked against the marble floor as I slowly approached him. Then without warning I punched him hard. A painful cry escaped his lips as my fist collided with his face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.