Vince Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Moxie winked at her and as he opened his mouth to speak Jay and Ed burst into the room. “Holy shit Mj you look like...I dont think I’m aloud to say and keep my tongue,” Ed mused before scratching the back of his neck. Mj blushed slightly and let a small laugh escape, “thank you Ed, I needed that actually,” Ed smiled and Moxie shook the pouch they were both still holding, Mj rolled her eyes and drained half the pouch before handing it back to a now stunned looking Moxie. “Oh fuck...you were supposed to take a sip cher not drain the vein, ah well the assassin can thank me later lets go.” Mj opened her mouth to ask Moxie what he gave her but the distant sound of Ace yelling and Moxie pushing

He replied. It's been a month now, that Shane is still in a coma. Everything went back to normal to how it used to be, like how we had hoped and I'm still in charge of running Shane's mafia while he's not around. It was not that easy at the beginning but I'm used to it now and I'm glad I have everything under control now. We got into a black SUV and Jackson started driving us to our destination for today while three more cars followed us from behind by our men.

Bianca was in no way interested in 'shit about dead people and stuff that no longer existed'—so she had said, and was busy checking out her mini-heeled purple boots when she spotted Natasha, Cassie and Lucas sneak out of the museum. Two taxi cabs were suddenly rammed from behind by a large truck, the impact causing them to skid before swerving out of the way. One of the cabs hit another car and the resultant force sent the cab rolling through the air and was just hitting the ground when a sudden blast of what looked like purple lightning flashed past, zooming right through the cab. Seconds later, the cab driver was standing next to a woman clad in purple sophisticated clothing, a mask coveri

I slammed the car into drive and pressed on the accelerator. "Six-three David to all victors, I've got a runner heading westbound from East Coast Green through the backyards. I have visual and engaging." The sirens and overheads blared as we flew down the block watching the girl negotiate the obstacles in her way. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. "Runner is a white female," I paused until I saw the purple streaks, "Kool-Aid. "All units, the runner is confirmed as Lasses Birgitta. She's heading towards units Bravo and Charlie." I lost visual as she cut through the backyards, the sheds, and covered pools blocking our view. I slowed the RMP, hoping to see without having to get out.

Finally, I decide on a random level that looks like a tree-filled park. “Oh!” Roman laughs. “Northwind Speedway! I’m really good at this one.” He’s not boasting. Once the game starts, he loops me multiple times, winning every race. Even after he shows me all the buttons and some tricks, I still have no hope of beating him. After my seventh loss in a row, Roman pats me on the back with a proud smile. “It’s okay, Camila,” he says earnestly. “Maybe now that we aren’t going to be moving anymore, you can actually practice and get good enough to beat me.”

Instead, it seemed like they condoned it. "Jazzlene!" I heard Vince call out loudly as I started running away. The taxi I took earlier was gone, so I ran faster, hoping to find any vehicle that could help me. Even a white van would do. It might be better if I got kidnapped and chopped up so they wouldn’t have to hide their relationship when I’m gone.

Vincent drove like a madman through the streets, weaving his way between cars, his heart pounding hard like a cage animal. “How is she?” he asked Rhea, who had Morticia’s body resting on her. Jamie was with them, just as concerned. “Her pulse is slowing, Vince,” Rhea said, panicked. “Fuck,” Vincent cursed, pressing the accelerator harder, speeding dangerously fast. That bitch Dimitri was as good as dead when he got his hands on her. They reached the hospital, and the car screeched to a halt.

CARLA I knew I shouldn't be running. However, the news I got from my mate made me do so. The doctor came with the result of the DNA test. And I couldn't help but be curious about that. I wanted to know. I stopped in front of Zurin's office door. But I didn't knock and just stood there to steady my breath and racing heart. Well, I didn't actually run like in my running session during training. It was merely a quick walk. Still, my mate would hate me doing so.

We will go out into the alley. "One..." I counted. Signal to run. "Two... Three!" We sprinted across the main road as fast as we could. I didn't understand if the zombies saw us or not. We're just running. The case is, there were two runners from another alley who entered the road together with us. One bumped into me and due to the force of the impact, I fell to the pavement. "Ouch!" I moaned. That one doesn't know how to brake. "Nicky?!"

Ambrose was taken by surprise, so he immediately followed Vincent. Meanwhile, Vincent darted around the crowded arena as he stared intently at the coordinates on his watch. He was tiny, which made it easy for him to slip past the adults. Ambrose watched as Vincent disappeared behind a small door. Just as he was about to follow suit, somebody stopped him. "Who are you? Backstage is off limits." Inside, Vincent finally found MAVIS. Something must've happened to MAVIS—there was no battery left, and it sat in the corner of the room like a pile of trash.