Vince Vaughn Wiki Novels & Stories

My pencil trembled with an emotion I couldn’t name. I told myself it was just fatigue. Or nerves. Or boredom. But when my phone buzzed and Lila’s name flashed across the screen, I realized what it really was. Lila: Did you see the society update? Vaughn’s back in the city. I stared at the message, my stomach tightening. Me: Vaughn? Lila: Clara Vaughn. As in the Clara Vaughn. Damien’s ex. My fingers froze on the phone. I’d heard the name before — whispered by reporters, mentioned by assistants. Clara Vaughn: socialite, philanthropist, heiress, and the woman who had almost become Mrs. Lancaster before I did.

The flashes intensified. "But we now know the horrifying truth," she continued, her voice hardening into a vicious, theatrical outrage. "Stellan Vaughn is not a protector. He is a predator. From the moment my brother was laid to rest, Mr. Vaughn has isolated my innocent niece. He removed her from her family, locked her in his estate, and manipulated her grief to groom her." "No," I whispered, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. The sheer audacity of her lies was staggering.

When she knocked on his door late at night in a slip dress, he wrapped her entirely in his suit jacket and escorted her back to her room with perfect courtesy. When she pretended to drown in the swimming pool, he jumped in to save her, yet never once touched her waist. No matter how she flirted, he stayed distant. Chaste. Proper. Always addressing her as Miss Vaughn. Somewhere along the way, she fell for him anyway. She did not know when it happened. Perhaps she had been unbearably lonely after her mother died. When she was seven, Victor had an affair and brought home an illegitimate daughter named Vera Vaughn. She was only three months younger than Rhea.

"I know everyone who matters in this city, Damien. Including that brilliant scientist who died in a tragic car accident Twenty years ago. The woman who would have revolutionized medicine if she had lived long enough. The room seemed to spin around me. “Dr. Catherine Vaughn. Brilliant researcher. Doctorate from Harvard at twenty one. Three patents for revolutionary cancer treatments that could have saved millions of lives.” Eleanor's voice was deep. “The woman I tried to recruit for Blackwood pharmaceuticals in 1988. And she refused me.” I sat down hard in the leather chair across from her, the scotch glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the marble floor. The sound echoed through th

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

She would probably have loved this place if she had been a wolf. “May I help you?” “May I see the dean, please?” The woman was looking at her computer. Ava took a moment to study her. With her pale complexion and the ring on her finger that looked like the charmed rings she had read about, she guessed she was speaking to a vampire. What they said about them was true. There was an aura around the woman that made Ava want to stay there and do whatever this woman said. Throughout history, before the Council had been formed, vampires’ allure had led many to their doom.

It went into graphic detail about him retching on the floor and how he was all but carried out of the building. And there, in stark black ink, the document detailed how Peyton and Ava had borne witness to it all. It spoke of their presence, their watchful eyes that had seen the unveiling of Carver’s innermost shrine of despair and surrender. Now coldly itemized, the very act of their observation added a voyeuristic edge to the ordeal that twisted the knife of violation even deeper.

My jaw dropped slightly and I looked at both of them, my expression, baffled. "Uh, wait a minute," I placed my index finger in the air. "So your sister, your brother returned and you told me Jack. Vine is over here, glaring, being passive aggressive, sending dirty looks at David and I also don't know at happened. So," I paused. "whatever happened yesterday, I won't tell until you give me explanations." "Oh God," Vine rolled her eyes, her arms in the air before she dropped them and folded her arms. "You're so manipulative and annoying."

Damien sat in his office, leaning back in his chair, when his assistant, Oscar, knocked and stepped inside. “Sir,” Oscar said, holding a tablet. “I’ve been tracking recent social updates... The Vaughns’ partnership celebration was months ago, of course, but it’s now being reported that Mr. Sebastian Vaughn is engaged to his assistant, Clara Mercer.”

"Are you the one getting divorced? No? Then shut your mouth and do as I command, or I'll make you my assistant's assistant." I stood frozen in the nursery shop until the last of the Steele scent faded. I looked down at the crib, my hand trembling as I touched the wood. "Don't listen to him, little wolf," I whispered. "He’s a cold, hollow man. But you have me. And I’ll never let him hurt you." I left the shop quickly, only to run into Candace Moore marching toward me. "Sierra Vaughn, you are truly shameless!" she shrieked. "Leeching off an actor's fame while you're still scavenging for scraps!"