Vance X Bruce Novels & Stories

Alexander finally pulled his eyes from his phone, glancing at Vance with indifference. "If you want your grandfather to bring his cane to the military base and beat your ass tomorrow, be my guest. I won't stop you." Vance:"Dammit!" Soren Crane took a slow, methodical sip of his tea. "Vance, there is a reason you have been single since birth." Vance, stung by Soren’s remark, turned his frustration toward him. "Hey! You're talking about me? You’ve got a lot of nerve!" He pointed at Soren, addressing Alexander and Luke like he was presenting a case.

Vance. He came through the far end of the hall like a storm. Blood already marked his arm. His eyes locked on Lena first. The bond between them flared hot and raw. Hurt still sat in it. Possession. Fear. For a second he only looked at her, as if checking that she was still standing. Then his gaze moved to the bodies at Jax’s feet and the blood on Jax’s hands. Rage burned in his eyes, but something colder sat under it now. Focus.

"The Chairmanship of Vance Enterprises is officially ratified. Congratulations, Chairman Vance." Across the room, two crisp federal agents in dark suits stepped quietly through the library’s double doors. Without a word, they walked straight up to Marcus Vance. "Marcus Vance," the lead agent said, pulling a folded federal warrant from his jacket. "You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit corporate fraud, wire fraud, and illegal access to proprietary defense blueprints. Please step away from the table."

"He likes to crowd the outer rail and force the rookies into the composite dust." "He doesn't know how to run against a parallel line," Danica said, her voice dropping into that quiet, lethal tone that had rewritten the hierarchy back at the Harrison house. She stepped away from the window, her stride perfectly matching my own as we closed the distance to Vance's console. "He's used to hunting an anchor who leaves a trail. He's never had to look at a target vector that doesn't leave a single inch of daylight." Vance gave a single, tight nod, his fingers tapping the glass drive until the transfer confirmation lit up the entire room in a brilliant, unyielding green.

"Adrian doesn't use the front doors when he has nothing left to lose. He looks for the cracks in the foundation." Before Marcus could reply, a low knock echoed at the suite door. Vance pushed it open and stepped inside, bringing a sudden wave of heavy, suffocating presence into the room. He was dressed in a sharp, impeccably tailored black tuxedo that broad-shouldered him to perfection, his dark hair slicked back from his face. His eyes immediately locked onto Noah through the mirror. Vance crossed the room, stopping just behind Noah. In the reflection, the contrast between Vance's imposing, rugged build and Noah's cool, polished elegance was striking. Vance reached out, his large, warm hand

Vance had an intuition that if can stay in touch with the armored-man, he could be pretty useful in the future. Vance Sullivan was the son of a famous business tycoon, Bryon Sullivan. The Sullivan family was famous for being the one of the leading force in the metal producers and suppliers. Vance Sullivan was destined to be the owner of his father built Ironworks Company. This was the biggest reason Creed was hesitating to tell Vance his name. He was already aware of Vance's identity. Creed just wanted to be careful around him.

Calvin staggered backward, crashing against a side table and coughing violently as he tried to claw air back into his lungs. Vance turned his back on him completely, his lethal gaze dropping back down to the trembling woman kneeling on the carpet. "Explain yourself, Beatrice," Vance commanded, "Or are you going to continue sealing your lips?"

He was clearly interested. Shame they weren’t in the same circle. She’d tried hard to find him after that but never managed it. Tonight, thanks to Graham, she finally had her chance. Vance sipped his drink and looked sideways at his friend. “You’re planning to go home with that face? Evelyn’s in bad health. Don’t scare the girl into another illness.” “Don’t mention her.” Vance caught a hint. “Not the racetrack losses then? You fought with Evelyn?”

the butler announced. Catherine walked to Bruce. They exchanged a quick kiss. “Bruce,” Carlton Van Dyke said as approached him. “You’ve made me a very happy man. I can’t imagine a better man for my Catherine.” “Thank you, sir,” Bruce said. “Oh yes, and I can’t imagine any one more handsome either,” Victoria Van Dyke, Catherine’s mother, chimed. “Really?” Trevor blurted out like he was offended. The Van Dykes chuckled.

His right arm, encased in heavy white surgical plaster, throbbed with a burning, rhythmic agony inside its silk sling. Yes, Mr. Vance! The Vance Monarch, the Vance Sovereign, and the Vance Titan have all completely bypassed the southern straits, Harris, the chief logistics director, yelled back as he slammed his hands onto his keyboard. We went completely dark on the main maritime grid. We are entirely outside of Damian Thorne's primary shipping territory!