Vincent And Rody Dead Plate Novels & Stories

"The time was 11:50 p.m. You came out of his apartment right at midnight and took the elevator. By our estimation, he died at midnight. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" I clenched my fists, my expression darkening. Then, Felix took out a photo of a bloodstained knife. "You stabbed the victim through the heart right after going into his apartment and fled from the scene of the crime. "There are only your and his fingerprints on the knife. How do you explain this?"

He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask. "There," my childhood friend, Dr. Hayes, stammered, pointing at the table. "Found in the marshlands, near the border of the new territory. It… it has your family crest." Killian’s gaze locked onto the tarnished silver necklace on the corpse's chest. He had placed it around my neck himself when we were mated. It was carved with the Reynolds family crest. I died clutching it. I thought it would bring me home. Killian strode forward. He reached out with his bare hands and ripped the necklace from my corpse.

Fresh blood dripped from the dead man's mouth and chest. When Vincent looked at the men who were marching towards him, he immediately recognized who they were. He could never forget them and neither will he be able to forget this day. They were the same men who killed Minerva's father on that gore day at Blueshead. “Young man, give the girl to us and we'll let you live. It's not a plea, it's a demand,” one of the men who looked huge said between gritting teeth. Impatience written on his forehead as he stood in front of the others.

“One of my men thought it would wise to hide some of my merchandise and sell it for half the price at the fucking border.” Interesting. “What did you do to him?” Vincent sits up, his eyes shining with excitement for the first time since he stepped foot in here. “I hung him over a grill and gently roasted the motherfucker alive. While he was roasting, I carved out his left eye and chopped off the fingers from his right hand. His death was definitely slow and painful, but seeing that he’d worked with me for over ten years, I let him off easily.” I lean back in my chair and just… stare at him.

Moving forward into the dark passageway that was lit up with touches, we got to a room like a cave. "Alpha, Master Cyrus" Bronte greeted as Vincent and I entered the cave I could feel the murderous aura coming from Vincent as he approached the two men who were chained to a rock, they were looking battered, and their bodies were filled with injuries I looked closely at the one on the left, he had a bleeding hand, which looked like it was ripped off, and it was wrapped with a white bandage, which was drenched in blood. His eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing, which only means he was dead, and it seems that he died because of loss of blood from his ripped arm

“Didn’t notice it until now. Sorry about the floor.” He waved a hand. “Don’t worry. Are they taken care of?” “They’re hurt like hell, if that’s what you mean,” Floyd said with a huge grin. “Kicked their ass. Beat them to hell. Took this one guy, smashed his teeth in so bad—” “I get the idea,” Vincent said. “I assume they look worse than you two.” “One might be dead,” I said, face straight. Vincent hesitated. “You sure?” “Not sure. But Floyd here didn’t go easy.”

Vincent glanced around the room and grinned when he found some tools. He walked to the surgical table and saw a long piece of metal like a drill and several types of scalpels. Vincent took a drill covered with wood as a handle and a knife. Vincent walked towards one of the refrigerators and prepared to open the drawer. As soon as he pulled, one of his hands pierced the head with an iron, and the other pierced the Vampire's chest with a knife. "AHHHKK!" BHUSS – The Vampire burned in the drawer until Vincent finished. He pushed the drawer back and let it burn inside. Vincent also did the same thing to two other drawers containing security officers and nurses who had become victims.

Among the guys in their group, Vincent was the Casanova, always had a different girl in his arms until suddenly he died. The main suspect of his death was Mira Red because her dagger was found on the scene. He was stabbed and died, not because of the dagger, but because of the poison inside the dagger. After a careful examination by the forensic, Mira’s dagger was no ordinary dagger. It had a mechanism that released the poison which was stored on the hilt of the dagger. Nobody could figure out what type of poison she used. Vincent could have survived the stab because it didn’t hit his vital organs. But, the poison sealed his fate. At least for nearly a decade.

However, there was so many options that my small plate was full as we walked back to the boys. “Hungry?” Vincent looked over at my plate. He tried to grab the steak thing from my plate, but I slapped away his hand. “That’s a good way to get your balls punched in.” Vincent grimaced. “That wouldn’t be nice.” He smirked at me but did back away from my plate. “So, Vincent. You don’t have a mate?” Roxie asked as she took a bite. Everyone looked at her awkwardly but kept their mouths shut, wanting to hear the answer.

he said. “Can't it wait?” I asked. “I am not afraid,” he answered. I turned to Cara. “Tell the maids to prepare you something to eat. I don't want any more reports about you not eating, or I will force food down your throat myself”, I told her and dismissed her. “What is it?” I asked Ben once Cara left. “Vincent Vincenzo was killed last night”, Ben told me. This information made my insides turn as I stood up almost immediately panicked.