Vince Maze Runner Novels & Stories

But then he bent and whispered. “It’s about Jamin.” Frowning, I glanced at him urging him to go on. “Vance said he saw him being brought into St. Aurelius Medical Center. He was almost ran over by a truck.” He whispered again. The words didn’t register at first. Ran over by a what?! The conference room fell silent. Or perhaps it didn’t. I couldn’t tell. The numbers on the presentation screen blurred into meaningless streaks. The people seated around the table faded into the background as if someone had pulled them beneath water. All I could hear was the echo of that single sentence, repeating over and over until it became deafening.

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

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.

Hazel's atonement score kept climbing until it finally reached 100%. That was when it plummeted because King Ragnar had found a better hound. The two dogs were pitted against each other. Hazel was drugged by King Ragnar and gradually weakened before the other hound tore her apart alive. Out of 36 players, only I remained. By then, I'd lost track of how much time had passed. The comments were still full of mocking remarks. Some rooted for me to die early so they could watch the next batch of newcomers join the game.

A second later, a sniper fell over the railing, his rifle clattering to the floor. ‎ ‎"How are you doing that?" Vexa gasped, reloading. ‎ ‎"I can see them," I breathed, the magic humming in my blood. "I can see the paths." ‎ ‎"Keep seeing them!" Kaelen roared. "Move!" ‎ ‎We broke cover. ‎ ‎We sprinted through the maze of slot machines. I was the navigator. ‎ ‎"Duck!" I shouted. ‎ ‎Kaelen ducked. A shotgun blast took the head off a statue right where his head had been.

“He’s going to kill Vance.” “He’s not killing him,” Mason said, jaw tight. “Not if we get there first.” We sped down the gravel road, dust swallowing the car until everything outside looked like a sandstorm. I gripped the seat, my chest heaving, my vision blurring. And then… Vance’s mansion appeared through the haze. A huge white house, tall windows, polished stone, and that sickeningly perfect green lawn. I saw the back garage door. Wide open. Rhett’s motorcycle thrown sideways in the driveway…

Both Vince and Isabelle screamed while he drove in a zigzag manner trying to brush away the vamp on his roof. Even if Vince was already in a frantic state, he still focused himself for Isabelle's sake when suddenly another vamp jumped off like a lightning on the bonnet in front of Vince himself. He was shocked that he accidentally bumped his car on a big tree by the highway. Blood rushed on his head after it hit the steering wheel. Because the impact was so strong, even if there was an airbag; Vince was still terribly hurt. In his conscious state, he looked at the vamps slowly coming closer to them.