Vic Vega Novels & Stories

Spiro answered as he brought out the light source gem to light the way. Vic stood at front with his Vampdragon Eyes activated. "You can use that, don't worry about me but you have to move fast and catch up with me." Vic said as he started walking. He was walking so fast that Spiro couldn't see where he had gone to. ' Man did i do something wrong? or is it because of what I said, he's acting strange to me! ' Spiro was unhappy. ' Gosh, I don't even know where I'm going '

“More than you’d like, less than I want.” I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “Don’t play games, Vega. He’s been dead for fourteen years. You tell me why his name’s sitting in Vasquez’s archive like a ghost, or I’ll…” “You’ll what?” she cut in, tone still maddeningly calm. “Shoot me? Break my laptop? You’d lose more than I would.” That stopped me cold. Not because she was wrong, but because she said it like a fact, not a threat.

He was in a rel with a wild cat-like Vivie hence he had better ideas for him to woo his woman back "Boss Vic doesn't know…he can't even make my sister submit…damn feels good to call her my sis…"Leo said dramatically and said cutely at the thought of calling Vivie his sister "everything is falling in place…I have an adorable son…a cute wild woman and a fierce little sister…damn, I'm too blessed," Leo said scanning the content in his bottle. His long fingers carefully wrapped around the glass and when he glanced to the side. He found Victor and Maverick ogling at him disdainfully

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

“Because Vega feeds on anger. If I keep letting him dictate who I hate, then I’m still his creation.” Adrian looked at her for a long moment, then exhaled. “You’re stronger than I’ll ever be.” She gave a faint, weary smile. “No. Just done being broken.” Back at Sinclair Tower, Damien’s face was grim as they entered the command suite. “You might want to sit for this,” he said. Luna tensed. “What now?” Damien turned the monitor toward them, satellite coordinates glowed across the map. “We got a ping from one of Vega’s ghost servers. It’s active again, but only for a minute. Long enough to trace.”

I wasn't a helpless girl who was easily intimidated. “You think that’ll stop me?” He spat, lurching forward, but before he could touch me, Vega appeared from nowhere, coming between us, her sword in her hand. She didn’t waste time and instantly plunged it into his side, a slight scrape but big enough to render him incapacitated. He gripped his side, falling to his knees in defeat, his eyes still blazing with rage. Vega kicked him down and stood over him, hovering the tip of her sword over his throat. “Say the word, Luna, and I’ll end him.”

I yelled. The door swung open, and Vega glared at me. Dang, it takes a lot to piss Vega off, but she seemed pissed. "You better not flake out on us, or I'll whoop your ass when we get back," Vega said while poking a finger into my chest. I threw my hands up in surrender. "I'm not going to flake out on you, dang it, I promise. I'm just really freakin hungry ok," I said as I threw my hands up in surrender.

Seji said before dropping her body on the bed. "Ghad! Did you see the CEO of the VICL? I saw him a while ago. He's handsome and really hot!" I glanced at Hennah when she said that. She is applying something to her face. "He's definitely a Villaranza, Hennah. It's no surprise that he's a handsome and hot man. I even saw his sister; she's so beautiful," Fely said, who was lying at the end of the bed.

Fine. Lena slipped through them, moving towards the VIP lounge. She opened the door. Jonas Vega sat by himself, drinking whiskey. Vega looked up, irritable. "Who the hell are—" Lena closed the door behind her and drew her gun. His face turned white. "Sit," she instructed him. Vega swallowed hard but obeyed. Lena stepped closer. "Where's my brother?" Vega blinked. "I—I don't know what—" She fired the floor beside his foot.

"State your objective, enforcer." "Your name code has never been logged on a premier syndicate stage before tonight, has it, street rat?" Vicky sneered, puffing his chest out to simulate a superior asset ranking. "Ensure your unit doesn't drag my execution metrics into the dirt during the gala rounds. My combat record does not tolerate a single blemish from a northern replacement."