Vance X Bruce Novels & Stories

Vance warned me. I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Why was Vance suddenly talking like this? Was something going to happen? "What do you mean? Is something going to happen?" I demanded to know. Vance smiled and shook his head, "I am just saying, Trevor is a pretty strong opponent, and I've realized it now. In case things don't go as planned, don't get to fight him. Just get as far away as you can from this place. You have to be safe no matter what," Vance said

I said. “We should meet soon I have a lot to discuss with you” Bruce said as he had already planned a mini collab with Aryan. “I will meet you soon after I’m back from India I need to get there as I have a wedding to attain” he said “Your wedding?” I asked out of curiosity. “No, my cousin” he said and laughed. “You never know what is store though” Vlad remarked. “Nothing yet that caught my eye” he stated. “Let’s hope you find one soon” Bruce said.

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

She wants to meet you but the way she causes a commotion out of it promoted us to take her away from the Yates building before she taints the Yates company with a bad name by her uncontrollable uproar," One of the guards explained. Bruce moved his gaze to his ex-wife, Vanessa Dawson, after so many years of not setting his eyes on her and he never bothered to even do so but today he did and he felt absolutely nothing towards her except hatred for her past deeds. "Why do you want to see me, Vanessa? Why have you decided to display your madness in my company? “ Bruce asked, approaching them and only stopping a few feet away as his voice reduced to a mocking whisper. "Is it because there's no mo

"This is a surprise." "Is it? I have a business dinner here tonight. Very important. Potential merger." Liam looked between them, confused. "You're her boss?" Nick turned to Liam as if noticing him for the first time. His smile didn't waver, but something in his eyes went sharp and dangerous. "Nicholas Vance," he said, extending a hand. "Vice Chairman of Vance Corporation. And you must be Liam." Liam shook his hand. "Liam Park. Graphic designer. And... Emma's date."

Vance apologized. “ okay. let's not dig into the past. ” Xain said and smiled at both, who was now smiling. Vance walks into the packhouse with Purple. “ Vance stopped in the middle of the track and captured his mate's lips before he could say what. Purple smiled between the kiss and kept her hand on Vance's shoulder. It was a soft and slow kiss where they were savouring every moment. their bodies were on fire because their wolves were so desperate for this moment where they genuinely accept each other.

he said. Vance stepped forward. He was a few inches shorter than Arthur, and so he had to raise his head to keep up to the stare down. “You think you've won, huh?” he pointed. “She is mine no matter what you do. What you two have right now, it’s nothing compared to what we had.” “I’m glad you know you once had it and you fumbled it, now bounce,” Arthur took a warning step forward. Vance stepped back. “I’ll be gone now, baby. We’ll catch up later,” he smiled at me, glared at Arthur before leaving.

"I'm sorry, Darren. I can agree to anything else, but not this." Darren didn't push further. "Then tell me, what in your life can you give up? And what can't? I helped you, and I want something in return. But I don't want garbage." Vance thought for a moment, then smiled with faint melancholy. He realized he didn't have much to offer. "Pretty much anything," he said quietly, "except two people." "Which two?" Darren asked. "My grandmother." Vance paused, not saying the second name out loud. "And the other one... you already know."

It was identical to one of Aiden’s. My lips curled before I could stop myself. “What are you doing?” I asked as I sized his fit. Vance glanced down at the jacket, then back at me. “Nothing.” “It’s hideous,” I said flatly. “You don’t have the frame to carry it.” His jaw tightened, almost imperceptibly. Resentment flickered in his eyes. He folded his hands in front of his chest. “That didn’t look like it went well,” he said. “the elders meeting.”

Parker ranted at him while reaching his hand to stand him up. "What do you mean near death?" the guy asked while rubbing his butt. As he stood up full on his legs, he got taller an inch than the two boys with a little less muscular bodies. Vance had paler skin than the rest and golden brown hair. His green eyes were as mesmerizing as some magical stone. He was dressed in a half sleeves blue T-shirt showing off his biceps with black jeans and a pair of sneakers. He had a pendant on his neck, and his fingers were filled with rings.