Vic Fuentes Funny Novels & Stories

he said to VC and they both laughed. “VC do you believe someone can be blessed with the power to foresee the future or do you believe there is a way someone could find a path to the future?” Ara asked VC who looked at him curiously like he was insane. The look on Ara’s face told VC the question was of importance to his crony. “Ara some people believe in fortune tellers and science fiction movies that can’t just stop feeding us bullshits about futuristic possibilities and time travel,” VC said with a smile taking a bite from his burger before he continued: “Hope last night you didn’t stay up late watching that movie ‘Back to the Future’?” Smiling Ara nudged his friend with his leg before chuc

He's a celebrity sort of person with a dark side. " You can ask me. You don't need to search on the internet. I'm right in front of you, Love." He says. " I need to know what g****e says about you," I whisper. " And? " He asks. I glance back at the laptop. I blink, tearing my gaze from the screen. Vikas is smiling, " What's so funny? I don't know how to use this stupid useful box. I can punch better than you." I purse my lips.

She was just tapping on it when she froze and just literally look straight on the screen. "What? What now?" Detective Fox took a look at the phone as well as Agent Eric. "H-E-L-P. From the start, she was reaching for help." Violet turned the phone to the two men in front of her. "See the morse codes at the end of her tweets?" Seafood mukbang tonight live on Twitch···· I will be eating 10 packets of Spicy Korean Noodles this morning for breakfast. Check it out on YouTube at 7 am· Have you seen my last YouTube video? I played Among Us with some of the most popular YouTubers like @Corpse_Husband, @Valkyrae, @Sykkuno, and many more! They're so cool, and I swear·-··

Hanna" I've been crying and crying inside my room all day until at night. My phone keeps on ringing and buzzing. I decided to off my phone when I read the message from my Facebook account and it says, “at the last Vincent finally realized that she was not the one” That was the number one comment in the video. “Maybe Vincent already dared to fight for his freedom,” the other comment said. “Right girl, Vincent already realized that she was not fun at all, or did Vincent taste her a bit?” And that was the number three comment and I know that they were referring to me.

"It happened in that warehouse apartment. He’d drugged me at the bar when I tried to seduce him. I smirked. "Sounds about right for a guy called Viper." "You don’t get it, Maria," she snapped, but there was no heat behind it — just frustration that I couldn’t see it the way she felt it. "He’s funny. But not ‘tell a joke’ funny. Dark funny. The kind of fun that makes you laugh when you’re scared. He says the filthiest crap. Stuff that should make you want to slap him, but then you want to fuck him instead."

“Don’t you mean fangtastic?” “I most assuredly do not.” His face was now stern. I rolled my eyes. “OK, got it. Dick jokes are OK but vampire jokes are not. Touchy much?” His mouth was drawn in a thin line “Funny jokes are acceptable. Others should be met with the derision they deserve.” There was a pregnant pause and all silly jokes and puns rushed out of my head, so I settled for rolling my eyes at him as I jumped off the bar stool instead. “Do you have anyone you need to let know you’ll be away?” he asked

He had a glass of fresh juice in front of him, his glasses on, and a smile that seemed to come straight from his soul. “Did you save me a seat?” Sofía asked, amused. “I saved myself the joy,” he replied. Lili pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, acting all dramatic. “Come on, boy… how many UFOs did you see on your retreat, huh? Because you left us wondering if you’d been abducted. You could’ve died and no one would’ve known!” Federico laughed without a trace of guilt. “Lili, spiritual retreats are spiritual retreats. You can’t bring a cell phone.

“I was forced to lie to you several times… I didn’t want you to suspect I sent men to Russia to kidnap Svetlana.” Some men shifted in their seats. The atmosphere tightened further, like a rope about to snap. “I’m sorry,” Fabio repeated, bowing his head slightly. “I promise I will never lie to you again.” The specialist checked the screen. After a few seconds, he announced: “The results are satisfactory. He is telling the truth.” Dante’s laugh echoed through the room like a gunshot. It was a deep, genuine laugh—the laugh of a man who had just received an unexpected confession but one that, at the end of the day, was harmless to him.

The next morning tasted like ash and second-guessing. I was still in my robe, sitting on the edge of the bed, when Valerie walked in like she owned the place—because apparently, she sort of did now. She held two croissants in one hand and her phone in the other. “Newsflash,” she said, biting into one, “your ex-bestie is trending on mafia T*****r.” I groaned. “There’s mafia T*****r?” “Oh yeah. And let me tell you, the threads are wild. Someone made a meme of Julia with a ‘villain origin story’ background.”

I was about to reply him only to see many replies under his comment. My fans roasted him and somehow it made me smile because he was following me on I*******m with another identity. “Just admit that I look good. Stop hiding under an anonymous account," I typed and dropped the phone beside me. Vincent is finally back in Los Angeles, and it seems I will be seeing him more often.