Vince Champ Novels & Stories

He said with a cute smile. The guard had brown hair, green eyes, and was adorable. He wa also handsome. "My name is Millie, I am hoping to get a job here as a housekeeper."" I said shaking his hand. "Interesting, my name is Martin. Maybe Ill be guarding you i you get the job." He said smiling. "Yeah maybe." I said smiling and giggling a bit nervously. "How bout I walk you to the office since you look like you need protection." He said placing his hand on my upper back guiding me to the other side of the hall. "What's going on?" I asked. Before I could get an answer. I saw him. The cannibal patient, although at the time I did not know that he wa a cannibal. A nurse, two guards and another nur

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

It was lowered down with conveyer belt bindings as the large blue lightning bolt emblem representing the greatest hero the world had ever known sparkled in contrast to the black of the casket. The entire city was in tears, following the sapphire speedster's death after it was confirmed by papparazo who had been hungry for a story that same ill-fated day when he stumbled upon the Blue Streak battling it out with another dangerous being that way thought to be the cause of his death. Everything had happened so fast but he had managed to catch sight of the Blue Streak exploding into nothing and destroying whatever he a as fighting together with him. The footage went viral in a matter of seconds

Two men sat there, surrounded by empty whiskey glasses. "Gentlemen." Roxy purred. "Meet Angel. The fresh meat." The man on the left slowly looked up. He was flawlessly carved, with dark hair falling into striking, ice-blue eyes and a sharp jawline covered in dark stubble. A thin, jagged scar cut through his left eyebrow but it only added to his lethal, rugged appeal. A heavy silver patch on his leather cut read V. PRES. "Venom.” Roxy said, gesturing to him. "Vice President."

He looked embarrassed, angry, and ashamed all at once. It wasn’t my conclusion, it was Angelo’s, and seeing Vince’s reaction—it was so far off. He didn’t believe he owed Christian his life, and that was a good thing because that meant it wouldn’t be that difficult to execute my plan. II heard a loud whistle. “Vince!” Vince let go of me, and our eyes towards the same direction. Gio Lamberti waved from a distance with a clipboard in his hands. I heard Christian’s oldest brother was a rough person to get along with, but when it came to Christian—also he knew how to keep his mouth shut.

They were the ones who were having a casual talk before. Valhalla Melnyk, the notorious Heavenly Beast Summoner and Vice-Commander of Deck Order Guild, is undoubtedly the one on the left. Her hair was colored blonde and cut short. Her makeup-free face is complemented by her distinctive wide and clear eyes. Her immaculate skin and flawless features drew everyone's attention, including mine.

“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.

I have fought and won, again. "You'll get first pick of the prizes tonight my champ! Take them all if you want you fucking hero!" Vincent yelled over the baying crowd. "He's magnificent!" he yelled, parading me through the parting crowd like a racehorse. The stench of overheated men made my lip curl up in disgust, making them shout with delight. “He wants more, look at him!”

This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close friend. Chris Wixson's credentials were nothing short of legendary. As the greatest player in Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF) history, Wixson had led the Billings Wolves to the first OK Corral Bowl and secured the championship in style. His career saw him guide the Wolves to the OK Corral Bowl seven times, claiming victory in six of them. The records he held—career completion percentage, passing yards, and touchdowns—were a testament to his unparalleled skill and leadership. When Wixson expressed his interest in coaching, Jeremy saw an opportunity to bring his wealth of knowl

His face was flushed red. As for the captain, he stood on the same spot. His feet had not moved, and his body barely swayed. His moves were fast, accurate, and effective! The Seed family was dumbfounded in horror. Especially Saul Seed! Over the years, he knew best how powerful Vince was! In Uppercreek, it could be said that no one could last more than three moves in a fight with Vince! He was the most professional assassin!