Vince Ellis Novels & Stories

“Mr. Rey... perhaps... I know this man.” “You know him?” Jayric stared at her in surprise, incredulous. To him, Ellijah was a design legend, known for avoiding the media, appearing only at select conferences abroad. How could Victoria, who had never attended such events, know him? “I said maybe,” she quickly corrected herself. “He looks like a veteran from my school, and the name is the same. But we haven't been in touch for years, so I'm not sure.” A discreet smile appeared on Jayric's lips.

If only I had looked him up on G****e, I would've known he owned the damn company and all that went down today would have been prevented. Pulling her phone from her pants pocket, she sat on the bed and got down to business. I got into the bathroom to wash myself of the uncleanliness that came with being around The devil. A cuss from Violet greeted me as I stepped into the room. "There is no information on him on any website. Not even G****e. He isn't even on I*******m". She gave me a face that said *how's that even possible*. "I guess he keeps his life really private and with the kinda money he has, it should be pretty easy". I replied with a shrug.

She said with a modest smile on her face and gestured at Rielle towards the office. Rielle walked towards the door knocked on it, She opened the door and removed her shades as she walked in, She could see a man sitting facing the lawyer “Ah Ms.Romano. You’re here.” The lawyer says as soon as he saw her and she smiled “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting but there was traffic congestion.” She says as she walked towards where they were sitted and shook the Lawyer’s outstretched hand, She turned to look at the man sitting on the chair next to her, The man stood up and stretched his hand forward “Rielle.” He says and she shook his hand “Elvis.” She says and took a better look at the man who seeme

Valerian had never been a man easily unsettled. His world had always been shaped by discipline, control, and a sense of calculated detachment. He could endure silence for days and had built emotional fortresses high enough to keep even his own grief from leaking out. But ever since Nivera had entered his life, those walls had begun to fracture in places he never anticipated.

I glance up and Ellis is staring at me in stupefied silence, he looks ridiculous, and I smirk which seems to snap him out of it. “Are you kidding me? Do you mean to tell me that the woman who poured cold coke into a lad's lap as a counter to him grabbing her ass, let you have access to her body?” “I don’t kiss and tell. But I will say that I am happy with Angel, and I want things to be finalized with this divorce immediately.” “Alright, I will call your lawyer, and see what I can do.” “Thank you, Ellis.” “No problem. I have your back.”

"Sir...you don't know how big this is for us...with you here…we know it's a new era"Brice, the wonder of the newly built mall said to Victor seated in his chair gracefully like a boss he was. Brice was a little agitated and anxious being graced with Victor's presence that he didn't want anything to go wrong. He wanted his business to be a success and having Ellison bank at his mall was good for business. Everyone knew Victor Ellison was a great business.

Her mate pulled her in tightly again, wrapping his arms back around to comfort her. “You don’t have to say any more. It’s already burning too much,” her mate whispered. “I do, Elijah. We promised if we got the chance to tell someone, we would. I can handle the pain,” she whispers. Elijah’s jaw tightened in frustration, but eventually, he nodded, agreeing with her request.

I gripped my phone as my stomach churned violently, acid burning its way up my throat. Jeff Ellison's lazy voice continued through the speaker. "It's not enough? Fine, I'll give you another million. "Say something. What, are you mute now? One million isn't enough for you to waste? "I'm giving you this money so you can uphold the Ellison family's reputation. Don't embarrass me outside. And stop pulling this divorce nonsense. I don't like hearing it."

“I don’t have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”