Vince Champ Novels & Stories

Capri took and deep breath and said. [ I figured you wouldn’t have reviewed the DVR, what is that you always say to your subordinates about gathering facts before having a conversation?] They reviewed the video together without either party saying a word. Nab face paled at the site of Capri just standing there minding her business until quiet honestly even he himself would have reacted in the same manner. Those gutter rats would not shut up at hurling insults. He heard everything and almost couldn’t look at her after the end of the video on the front doc cam where he seen them vandalize and slashed her tired.

" She added Again, her child kicks as he wants to get out of her tummy. "Oh, baby, I know you're excited." Emily lay on her back in bed. She was facing the right side, where the window was. She closed her eyes, thinking about Drake again. ** Drake felt excruciating pain in his stomach as the hunters continued to punch him. "Hey, come on! Be the ruthless alpha! Where's your brave? " The prince of the rouges growled.

“Very true. I was still pretty young, not yet Alpha of my pack, during that battle, so I never really got to know him, but I remember my parents said he was a good guy. They always appreciated everything he and the other bear shifters did to help us against the vamps.” “Forgive me, Alpha, I forgot that you would have been old enough to fight in that battle. Would you like to join us for the meeting later this morning after Leader Bruno arrives?” I ask. I truly did forget. Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle.

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

Why is your life worth 100 million dollars when you're just a regular person? "But that's not important. Since you've offered yourself, I'm not going to show any mercy. "Everyone, whoever has what it takes can claim this 100 million dollar reward!" After speaking, Vince attacked first. He was an Expert of Martial Arts and was a top assassin in his early years. His strength was not to be underestimated. Upon seeing this, the others hurried to join him. After all, the reward money in front of them was a huge temptation. Since Alexia was the one who fought earlier, Vince instinctively thought that Woody was weak. So, in order to subdue Alexia, he had to defeat Woody—her "leader".

Brinda “Vince Khumalo is fifty-six years old. He is an assistant to Purab Chaturvedi whom we've killed. He lives in Seattle with his family. Two girls and his wife, of course. He hails from South Africa and he owns Khumalo Enterprises.” I read out the result from the laptop's screen as I and Francesco both had our gazes fixed on the man's profile. Hacking into different systems to get into his real profile was quite stressful but thanks to my knowledge and skills, I overcame that.

Weylin asked with his head held up, without turning back to his friend as he proceeded towards the room. "Charles Brown already reached five minutes ago," Jace replied in a serious professional tone, adjusting his Armani suit. Sniggering, Weylin shook his head slightly, almost reaching his destination. Tonight Weylin Turner was supposed to play with Charles Brown, the leader of The Vipers, one of the most deadly mafia organisations in the USA. Weylin gained the title 'The King' when it came to gambling. Countless people lost their bets against him, making him unbeatable. Playing against Weylin Turner meant only one thing - digging your own grave.

I was reviewing the daily schedule in the main training room when the door opened. There a tall player walked in with an easy smile. Jax Rivera. Star forward for our rival team, the Iron Vipers. He was known across the league for his speed, aggression, and endless charm. Tall, with sharp features, dark hair, and striking green eyes that seemed to notice everything. “Dr. Vance,” he called out smoothly, leaning against the doorframe. “Heard you are the best in the business. I pulled a hamstring in practice yesterday. Mind taking a quick look?”