Vim And Vigor Campbell Novels & Stories

Later, she met a handsome man who introduced himself as Kyle who said he was my doctor, before he could speak further, the door behind him opened and the most powerful ability user in the future walked through, Caleb Carter, as soon as she saw him she knew that she had to stick to him like glue and so she did. She claimed that she didn’t know who she was or what happened to me. She stayed at his house for the day, and that night pretended to wake up screaming because of a nightmare. She woke up every person in the house with her scream, then told Caleb about how she had a nightmare that the world ended and the dead walked the earth. Of course, he thought I was insane even though he said noth

Victor finally spoke up as he glared at Eleana. "You are threatening the Campbells while standing at my property? Do you think you have the audacity?" Ayden let out a chuckle while taking a step forward. He stood beside Eleana making her glance at him for a second before she averted her eyes back at the people standing in front of her. "I'm not afraid of you, Ayden Campbell. Do you have any proof against me? Then show us. Don't shoot any empty bullets." Victor laughed viciously as he retorted arrogantly.

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

She picked it up and dialed a number, and tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. “Victor” she said into the phone. “Meg dear, I was just about to call you”. “We hit a little bump in the road and you won’t be able to get your supply”. “Don’t worry about it darling. I already closed the deal with someone?” “Who?!” she yelled in rage. “I don’t know the name of the gang. Maybe…..” “Red Dawn?” she asked her eyes wide with anger. “I don’t know Megumi, They weren’t forthcoming with the details”.

* Picking up my dinner which consisted of a fried chicken and vegetables, I made my way over to the corner where our table sat. After my therapy session crashed and burned, I took a shower and cleared my head, burying the memories once again. “So Ava, how was your first day in RBMS?” Veronica asks picking on her burger and fries. “Eh, nothing much. Just a therapy session.” “Who’d you get as your therapist?” Connor asks with his arm over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hayley…something…” I forgot her surname. “Seriously!” Caleb exclaims and I give Rhea a look asking her to explain.

“It was pretty hard.” “Well, only a few of us got in,” Quill says proudly. “Don’t act so happy,” I point out. “So did Anderson and Abigail.” Quill makes a face. “Abigail, I get. She’s got brains, and ever since she woke up from her coma, she’s been crazy strong. But Anderson? Does this place not have some psych evaluation? The guy’s a psycho.” Anderson is another student who joined this camp at the same time as us. He and I don’t have the best track record, what with him deliberately putting me in dangerous situations.

He could barely suppress the anger in his voice, but he still made a valiant effort to sound unbothered. Walking over to him, I wiped his face with the drugged tissues. "You've got blood on your face." In an instant, his eyes widened. "You!" In response, I just smirked at him as I emulated the tone Lily had used with me earlier. "Be a good boy and close your eyes, alright?" As he slumped to the ground, he shot me one last hateful look. But what about it? Bending down, I reclaimed my phone and called the crematorium. "Hello? My husband needs to be cremated as soon as possible."

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐭 The air inside the valve house control room did not circulate. It remained heavy with the smell of old copper wire, damp concrete, and the faint, sweet scent of the chamomile tea Maya had brewed at dawn. Julian Vance stood three feet from the iron table with his hands trembling so slightly that only someone who had watched him navigate three hostile corporate takeovers would notice. His pristine cashmere coat felt absurdly heavy in the small, functional space, a useless layer of armor against a woman who traded in metrics, not status.

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.