روايات وقصص ضمن Vic Fuentes Funny

“Good enough for now.” When Mya returned half an hour later, she was smiling in that quiet, victorious way she had. “The vultures are thinning out,” she reported. “Cameron just posted a video of himself pretending to be you, complete with a fake camera and a wig. It’s going viral for all the right reasons.” Trina blinked. “He what?” “Comic relief,” Mya said. “Cross family strategy.” For the first time all day, Trina laughed—loud, surprised, honest. Keith grinned, handing her another napkin.

Fuck! How can he forget that smile? He did make a sticky note earlier about Veronica's freaking scary ominous smile. 'Then, where the heck did that sticky note went!? Fuck!' he cried out in his heart. "Then!? How about Sister Veronica!? How does that sound?" he asked, sweating profusely. "Much better!" "Phew!!!" relaxing, he looked back at Celia exchanging glances. "Why veg?" She asked. "Because he's a vegetarian," before Felix could even utter, Veronica replied quickly.

He easily broke into their security system when he knew that Fuentes was beyond clever even their enemies. “Crap!” He easily escaped but glitches show up. “Stupid!” He did all he can to defend his system until his keyboard wasn’t functioning anymore. He didn’t care if he broke his keyboard just to save his data. He kept entering codes and he gradually won it back. Until he left with a notification that said ‘D******d file complete.’ He was hesitant upon clicking that notification but he eventually did. Unexpectedly, someone sent him a video clip of the Fuentes couple fighting. He put his headphone on and watched the video.

Vittos chimes in. Inside, my friend has no idea about my intentions with Vanna. I don't want to talk to him, I don't want our friendship to be tainted. Vittos is different from the other children of Doña Virginia and Don Bart Shaw. He can understand such situations, defend what is right, and correct what is wrong. Peruvian, on the side, laughs while holding his phone. "Fuck yes!" He grins, amused by whatever he's seeing. "What's with you now, Fuego? Masturbating again?" Vittos jokes at Peruvian. He just rolls his eyes and shows his phone.

I muttered. I did like to hear him be so clear about this. So often it felt lik ea subject we weren’t willing to breach but being able to put it all out in the open was a huge fucking relief at this point. Then he chuckled, making me frown. “What’s so fucking funny?” He grinned. “Nothing.” “Victor, will you stop it and tell me what is so fucking funny?” Victor smirked. “She makes you smile. Like, actual smiles. With teeth. Do you know how rare that is for you?”

“Holy fuck. Seriously? No way.” Vicente says with a smile on his face as he looks to Luis for confirmation. Luis smiles and nods to him. “You are a legend. Dude do you even know who this lady is?” “Of course, I do.” Luis says and he winks to Veronica. “I’m already impressed. Sorry didn’t mean to cut you off but I got a little starry eyed.” Veronica chuckles and says “It’s okay really. So, I have been doing deep dives into both my mafia family and the cartel. We were coming back to deal with an issue with my mafia family. Actually, Hector, would you grab those 7 files please?”

Even if they don't know the Mastermind very well, this crossbreed jackass has the only connection they can use. "If you stop killing me with that sharp look, I might tell you what I had in mind," Vladimir said and laugh to his heart's content, leaving Narco and Lyric audibly sighed. They couldn't understand how this bonehead's entrails works but they'd memorized everything that came out of his mouth.

Alexander stood by the fireplace, his rifle gone, his hands in his pockets, his gaze soft as it moved over us; his family, forged in blood and fire. Victor was gone. Truly gone. The black-site had become his tomb, the FBI’s cleanup crew finding his body in the cell; poisoned, a cyanide capsule hidden in a molar, his final act of control. The drive was ash, its secrets purged by Marco’s virus. Harlan’s mole network was dismantled, the bounty erased, the deepfakes overwritten with truth: LANG SUICIDE. VASQUEZ HEROES VINDICATED. The world had turned, hashtags trending with our names in light, not shadow.

"If you had used these things long ago, you wouldn't have fallen into the state of scamming a newly opened dojo." "My people have just investigated. The internet ghostwriter that led the public opinion comes from a small foreign company." "You want to tell me that you have foreign backup?" Felipe pursed his lips in a daze and did not know what to say for a while. "Mr. Valentine, you're right! There was indeed a Mr. Valentine who came to us yesterday..." Before she finished her words, Felipe glanced at her. She quickly closed her mouth. "No... nothing." "Are you still not going to tell me?"

And it was coming from the most absurd person. Someone who could change his feelings in a minute and possibly fire me the next day. I grinned. "How hard was it to get that compliment off your chest, Mr. Vilmorre?" He exhaled. "Harder than you thought. I nearly died." I laughed. For tonight, one joke turned into another and then another. Sometimes I laughed until I held onto him trying to breathe. A terrible habit I'd had my entire life. Mr. Vilmorre didn't complain. He sat there until I recovered from laughing and then would say the next funniest thing.