Vincent Fgteev Novels & Stories

Adam fired back. "You know nothing about all that is happening, I know we are friends but you are just below me and I'm expecting a regards from you" He scowled, at him. "Vincent" He called. "It's fated, don't meddle with it or you have to pay for it. I need you to help me with something" Vincent replied, with a cool voice surprising Adam on how he could switch emotions so quickly. "What help?" Adam asked, as his voice soften a bit too.

asked Khali. Vincent nodded. "When we started talking in Batangas. When I saw you sitting on that broken deck," said Vincent. "Your eyes are familiar, so I can't be bothered. I opened one of your friends' I*******m accounts and discovered that you are indeed Brady Montréal's sister."

He leaned against the cubicle's partition wall with a charming smile on his face. It seemed he had ventured out of the digital department once again. Vincent was an Igbo man. He was quite good-looking too with smooth dark skin, inviting eyes and a clean-shaven head. Not a strand of hair was to be seen on his head, apart from his neatly trimmed full beard which framed his jaw along with full eyebrows. Imagine Banky W but with dark skin. "Hello to you too." I smiled politely. We spoke a few times during the previous week whenever we came across each other but this was the first time he sought me out.

"I don't accept free gifts." "Free?" Vincent scratched his head. "I thought it was an investment." "Investment?" "Yeah." He laughed. "When you become an engineer someday, maybe you'll design my house for free." Bea burst into laughter. "Wow! That was fast!" Maeve shook her head. "No." "Come on." "No." "Please?" "No." "One percent?" "Zero percent." Vincent laughed. "You're really hard to court." Maeve almost choked. "Wait! Who said you're courting me?"

“That must be good then. “What's your name?” Alex asked. Vincent opened his mouth before shaking his head. “If you ask me questions, I get to ask you some too.” Alex shrugged casually. “You go on.” “Well, you guys have forgotten about me.” Jenna grumbled. Alex smiled at her and winked as she grabbed the fluffy pillow and hugged it to her chest. She glared at Alex before closing her eyes. He turned back to Vincent. “So what's your name?” “Vincent.” He said. “Vincent Reynolds.” He added.

He looks energetic—like a golden retriever. “I've already introduce myself, but I'll do it again.” Vincent said “I'm Vincent, the boss' first bodyguard and second hand. I'm honored to look after you, madam.” On the other hand, Vincent was more relax. He remained calm as he introduce himself like a butler. If Dion is a golden retriever, Vincent is a black cat. Their energy are opposite to each other but that's what makes it better. “I'm really pleased that you arrived in his life. When he met you online, I disagreed on pursuing you—but he didn't listen to me and still followed his heart. I'm truly happy.” he added

Celine gifts him, ‘Truth. But that’s very interesting. We need to talk to Richard, but it’ll wait till the morning.’ George looks at her and nods. Richard was Celine’s mother’s cousin, and currently the only ‘Veil’ member in England. He’d dismantled the rest of the organisation there from within, and is now a trusted source of information. Celine’s drawing lazy circles with her thumb on his back now. He grips her knee gently, she stills her hand and looks at him apologetically, he nods,

He didn’t also bother to look back at her. The officiating minister cleared his throat and began his sermon. “We are gathered here to witness the joining together of Ramon Anthony Fridling and Violet Heathenway.” He started, earning hisses and muffles from the crowd. “Do you Ramon Fridling take Violet Heathenway as your wife, to love and ch – “Yes I do.” Ramon interrupted earning chuckles from the crowd. “And do you, Violet Heathenway, take Ramon Fridling as your husband, to love and cherish in moments of joy or sorrow. In times of joy and pains, in riches and in poverty –

I let the laughter dance in words as I spoke them. He stared at me with gritted teeth, like a rabid dog. “Take him away, please. I have a meeting to prepare for”, I said to the guards. They nodded and carried Denzel with all his bulk out of the courtroom. * “Vincenzo is dead”, I smirked at Declan. He looked at me sceptically from the other side of the concrete bench where he sat to converse with me. “That easy? Come on. Vincenzo might just be a cockroach in a wolf's game, but he is a cockroach that is extremely difficult to kill”, he said.

My gaze met with a pair of hazel eyes, my mouth parting slightly. "Vincent," I said, taking a step back. His gaze roamed down my body shamelessly, his eyes darkening slightly. He was wearing a dark grey t-shirt and black jeans, his arms and neck fully covered with tattoos. He was tall, taller than Logan by probably an inch. Vincent’s face was covered with a beard, making him look more attractive and dangerous. Vincent is Micah's eldest son and he is 20 years old.