Vince Ellis Novels & Stories

Michael asked me still shocked. "I am your brother, I know everything about you, Lincoln," I replied and his anger was slowly replaced with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel pity for my brother when I saw the pain in his eyes. This is why I don't want to answer his question as to why I hide the truth about our parent's death from him. During Lincoln's last year in the University, after he's done being the football team's waterboy and decided to go back to the locker room, he witnessed the captain of the football team sexually harassing the front girl of their cheerleading squad inside the private locker room for the football team. Lincoln interrupt them and save the girl but the captain wasn

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. Helen Keller. Six months on from the shooting Grenville was well enough to be discharged from hospital. He was moved to a Government funded nursing home in the Kent countryside, a home for old spies and government workers who held secrets that could never be public knowledge. He had suffered brain injury due to the damage inflicted by Harris’ bullet but he was able to manage most daily tasks with minimal help. He had a comfortable room and everything he needed was provided for him. The security services had tried to interview him a few times to try to ascertain what happened that day but Grenville was unable to recall much at all. He was talking

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

Jesus Christ her words hit me like a sledgehammer as I remain rooted to the spot while she walks out of my office and away from me. How can she say that? How can she be so calm and so nice when I'm being nothing but a coward and a bastard? I slam my door closed not giving a fuck about the time and slump down behind my desk before getting my good whiskey out. I don't even go for a glass, I just take the top off and start drinking. That girl is something else. She is beautiful and she has a heart of gold. And while I don't believe all of Lily's story I do believe what she said about Bonny and after hearing what she's just said to me only confirms the type of person she is.

“Tell me what?” Darius exhaled slowly and lowered himself into a chair. “His real name isn’t Andrew Blackwell.” The room fell silent. “It’s Andrew Ellison.” Selina frowned. The name sounded familiar. Then she remembered. Ellison Group. One of the largest companies in the country, a business empire worth billions. Her eyes widened. “The Andrew Ellison?” “Yes.” “But why would someone like that care about me?” Darius looked away, because he already knew the answer. After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Because he isn’t just a businessman.”

So, I think I may need to find him again. Someone to take my anger out on, because quite frankly that is what is rippling through my body the majority of the time right now. Seeing Ellis in this sickly loved-up state with his new mate is beyond sickening. Yes, his new mate is hot. A former cheerleader. Fucking whoopee doo for Ellis. Once again, I don’t get how that worked, he got this curvy, vivacious little lady, who cannot do enough for him, giggling sweetly at everything he says, and I got fucking Bailey West with her out of control mane of curls and her over the top brain power and intelligence.

It was Julian Vance-Vogel—Elias’s primary corporate rival and a man known for executing highly hostile short-ladder attacks on distressed companies. "Julian," Elias murmured, his deep baritone dropping to a dangerous, ice-cold register that made the air around them instantly thicken. He didn't pull away from Grace; if anything, his fingers tightened their possessive grip on her hip, anchoring her firmly to his side. "I didn't think the board of Vogel Capital allowed you out of your cage for events of this caliber."