Vince Champ Novels & Stories

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

16 years ago An ordinary brunch? Darren believed it was more like a business meeting between two of Pack Kyne's most respected families, his family and Genevieve's. Who didn't know the Genevieve family? The family belonged to the military leader of Pack Kyne who was none other than Frank Genevieve. And at this meetup, Frank only brought his two daughters, Diana Genevieve and Annabelle Genevieve.

Another stupid old man spoke. Wiping his voice from my ear with a finger, I cocked my head, giving the men behind me the order. Three of my men stepped towards the last elder who had dared to challenge me. Just when my men were about to lay their hands on the old man, Liam attacked, snapping the necks of my men. In seconds, my men were lifeless on the floor. Told you these bastards were just like their Alpha.

• Vantae Keats: V is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his cousin and uncle. He has slightly wavy dark brown hair and prefers to keep a mullet. MBTI type: ENFP. He may be a recognized Extrovert, but this young man hates mingling with people. He's 179 cm tall (5'10 ft), weighing 62 kgs (139 lbs). Has one monolid and one double lid and a damn cute boxy smile. Favorite color: Grey. Zodiac: Capricorn. My boy hates coffee but is down for hot cocoa anytime. Vantae doesn't have the rock-hard abs like most protagonists but instead adorns a lean shape. He's brave and strong with a fighting spirit. With no parents to shield him, he was brought up by his cousin, Asa. Not to forget his best friend

But unfortunately, he couldn't hurt anyone without reason, at least, even a slight one. "Bring two ladies from my harem, ASAP. I don't need to tell you what would happen if you are late, right?" Damien threatened and the guard gulped, scared to death already. Vince was not a small man in any way. His muscles and huge frame were intimidating, to the average person and he was even more built than Damien. But his physical stature was not to be compared to the strength of Damien. If the vampire king wanted, he could rip Vince to shreds without batting an eyebrow, despite his size and that was what made him so formidable.

TEAM A: WILLA ROANE – KEY AUTHOR – AUTHORITY: HIGH CORVIN VANCE – ESCORT CLASS – SURVIVAL RATE: HIGH TEAM B: JAX “SML” MARTIN – STRATEGIC SUPPORT – ADAPTABILITY: HIGH SELDANE VAELOR – CHAMPION / WILD CARD – WIN STREAK: LEGENDARY The crowd noise spiked at Selene’s name, a throbbing cheer. Our bridge locked into place with a thunk that vibrated up through my boots. Corvin looked at me. “Ready?” he asked.

"100 million going once, going twice, Gone! And banged the gavel. "You are welcome" he smiled at Vinca who had a shocked look. Damont, dejected, squeezed his palm into a ball, really wishing to give Frost a clout on the nose.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

“Who are you working for?” “Victor Chen,” Vance said, and the name hung in the air like a bomb. “Kang Jin’s brother. The one you all forgot about. The one who’s been building his own empire in the shadows, while you were all busy fighting over the scraps of his brother’s.”