Vince Champ Novels & Stories

Wesley replied sarcastically. Wesley is what he was called after having blades for his prosthetic legs. It was derived from the actor Wesley Snipes who played the leading man role in the movie with the title "Blade". His name is Vince Garwood. A man just a few years younger than Charles but has been in the mercenary business for years. Vince Garwood stands as the great rival with Charles Anderson's business, but he had never surpassed Charles because he had Brianna, who never fails to accomplish her missions, even with her life at stake.

“Who is he?” Vince’s voice dropped. “Arthur Voss.” The name felt heavy in the air. “Who is that?” she whispered. Vince looked at her with an expression she had never seen before. Not anger. Not fear. Recognition. “He’s one of the most powerful real estate magnates in the country. Untouchable. Clean reputation. Philanthropist. Investor.” Her chest tightened. “And he was standing beside Caldwell.” “Yes.” Tiana’s hands began to tremble again.

“Mr. Cash, this is the eighth division captain of Admiralporium’s Squad 13 in Northspring, Campian Wolke.” Shaun, who was flabbergasted, quickly greeted the man. “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke!” Campian greeted him back amiably. “Nice meeting you too, Mr. Cash. No need to be so courteous.” “Nice to meet you, Captain Wolke. I’m Bryce Jupp.” Bryce smiled politely, sounding incredibly courteous. He could not help it. Campian’s position as a captain was no weaker than a city’s leader simply in terms of his authority.

Minus The office’s decor, like the rest of the pool hall was over the top and ultra-modern. The walls were adorned with framed movie posters of Scarface and the Fast and the Furious, along with murals of Che Guevara, and Pancho Villa. Only one person now occupied the office. A man in a purple suit, standing in front of an oversized mahogany desk. He was wiping blood off a large bowie knife. On the desk sat a brass name plate that read Viper – Chief Executive Officer.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

, I demanded. He sat upright and sighed, looking at me critically. “Near death has not made you sentimental, I see”, he said. “There you go, talking like a suit again”, I said jokingly. “We now have a common enemy. His name is Vincenzo”, he said, getting off the bed. I looked up at him as he heaved slowly, causing his chest to rise and fall steadily. “Yes, we do. But he is practically untouchable and I am lucky to be alive so, what is it?”, I said.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju