Vance Hopper X Reader Novels & Stories

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It is a complete log cabin, all wood, bear rugs, and warm colors. “You were expecting a sterile white room,” Vance jokes once again and cuts through my thoughts. I whirl around and pin him with my eyes. “How do you do that?” “Do what?” “Read my thoughts.” Vance laughs. “I can’t read your thoughts, Little Bird. I can read your sexy body and beautiful face.” Vance walks towards me, gliding his knuckles along my cheek. “Everything you think and feel radiates out of you. In my line of work, being able to read people is the difference between life and death. Let’s just say you should never play poker, sweetheart."

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

CHAPTER 4 ~~ETHAN WILDER~~ After giving it ânother careful, thorough thought, I finally arrive here. Realistically, it’s my first time at the Vance cooperation. I’d only hear about it in TVs, radios, magazines. It was big but couldn’t compare to the Phoenix empire. I felt every eye burning into me as I walked into the cooperation. I headed straight for the open office on the third floor, where my ex wife and her man were currently making a scene.

I drank it in a single, defiant gulp. The world didn't go black. It went white. The first thing to go was the Spire. The memory of the towers, the credits, and the cold boardroom dissolved into nothing. Then went the vaults—the ice, the gold, the shadows. Then went the names. Thorne. Vance. I felt my heart contract as the image of Xander began to blur. The way he looked in the library. The way he smelled of pine and rain. The sound of his laugh. It was being pulled out of me, strand by strand, like silk being unraveled from a loom.

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Images of meeting with Faceless and my mission flashed in my head also as I pulled yelled in rage, pulling the trigger till my gun clicked empty. . . . . TBC ©️Perry Trey (Author Peller) 2021.

CHAPTER 141: Prove it Vance was waiting for me in the living room, sprawled lazily in an armchair like a dangerous king in his den. His lazy eyes lit up when it landed on me again, but not with warmth. No. It was something else that I always saw in his eyes; hunger. The kind that made my skin prickle.

I just didn’t know. “Where is Sasha now?” he asked almost too quietly. “In some sort of vampire prison,” I said. “I’m not sure where.” “Well, he’s a vampire with principles. That’s good to know. Does he know she raped you?” he said so matter-of-factly that it took a few moments for them to register. I gasped aloud. “That was wrong!” “I’ve warned you several times that you’re broadcasting. It’s not my fault,” he said defensively.

I recognize him instantly, a cruel smirk spreading across my lips. He’s Harold Vance—the Chief Editor of The Vanguard, the city’s most ruthless high-profile blog. A man who buys and sells secrets for a living. He doesn't care whose life he damages with his words. And I was here for him specifically. I only used coming out here as an excuse to catch Vance in this very moment with his lover. “Zayn Hemsworth!” Vance calls out, his voice booming and full of unwanted glee. He’s trying so hard to conceal the terror running through his veins like acid, but he can't hide it for too long. He steps out of the car, smoothing his tailored suit. He doesn't even turn back to glance at Barbara, who is curr