Vic Fuentes Young Novels & Stories

Sera went to call the prosecutor's office. Isla's piece went up at two-seventeen p.m. Nine thousand words. Six named sources, four documentary sources, and a full account of the network's sixteen-year operation, including the cultivation methodology used on Damien. A sidebar on Isla's source, who had died in 2019 and whose death was now being re-examined. The name above the two names was named publicly for the first time. The two names. Edvard Voss. Viktor Drakos as a peripheral figure who had declined participation and cooperated.

All of her pictures were stolen, he kept scrolling and he stumbled on the picture of her in her high school uniform. “A province girl. Twenty-eight years of old, Mr. Fuentes’ secretary for nine years, almost a decade, huh?” He already knew that she was too young when Mr. Fuentes hired her but didn’t expect her to be that young. He had cleared her name neatly. Trained her well and molded her to be a great secretary. Then he found a picture of her with Fera, ‘how much do you treasure his daughter?’ he thought while looking at the picture, the twenty years old she was holding the seven years old Fera as they walk across the road.

Back then, Robert Hynes had just turned twenty, the favoured youngest son of the elder Mr Hynes. I keep scrolling onward. The second document is dated 2012. The victim is Eleanor Vickers, twenty-two years old, a graduate student at an Ivy League university. She allegedly committed suicide shortly after a charity gala hosted by the Hynes family; the police report lists her cause of death as a fatal fall from a building. An attached printout is an email she’d sent to her university’s campus counselling centre before her passing. Its subject line reads: I don’t know what to do anymore.

He inserted the flash drive into his laptop. The screen flickered. A single video file appeared. Elyra held her breath as Zevarion clicked play. The video opened with a blurry image of a dimly lit room. Then the camera adjusted. And a familiar figure appeared on the screen. Elyra’s eyes widened. “Wait… that’s—” She stopped speaking. Because the man in the video was unmistakable. Victor Fernandez Vale. But what shocked them both wasn’t just his presence. It was what he was saying.

S I wanna hear you sing that song ( Please reply, I'll be waiting) Yours, Damien Young I sat shellshock on my bed re-reading the email thrice. He doesn't know that I’m living above him!? I looked over the email for the last time and realised the reason why. MrsYoung@g***l.com is the answer. He was the one who set up my new email account while we were fooling around and I had used that email account to send him a message in my sad, pathetic sorry state which could either be a good or bad thing. Attached to the email is the one I sent him last week. I opened my email and almost cry. From : MrsYoung@g***l.com