Vincent Marucut 2 Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from Kael's forehead. Then Kael landed a blow—a clean hit to Marcus's jaw. Marcus went down. Kael stood over him, chest heaving. "Touch her again," Kael growled. "And I'll kill you." Marcus laughed—a wet, broken sound. "You already have." He went still. The battle slowed. Wolves stopped fighting. They stared at Marcus's body—their leader, their Alpha, dead. Silence. Then Vivian's voice rang out: "NO!" She ran to Marcus's body, her face twisted with grief and rage. She looked at me—at Kael—and her eyes went black.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

my words were like a dagger coated in bitterness, “Perfectly made from hell!“ my voice heavy with the agony of betrayal. Leaving the room, I walked away from the echoes of deception, my final words lingering in the air like an unspoken truth. The corridor outside embraced me in its quiet solitude, providing a refuge from the emotional storm that raged within. *** Alone in the confined space of my car, the weight of betrayal settled upon my shoulders. Tears, held back for what felt like an eternity, finally broke free, demanding acknowledgment. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, knuckles strained against the grip, unable to contain the flood of emotions overwhelming me.

another kid yelled after which the coach blew his whistle again and the game got into play. A group of students was already gathering to watch the try out and among them was Natasha, Cassie, Carmen and her twin brother, Marcus. "Hey, isn't that Lucas?" Cassie pointed out from where she sat between Natasha and Carmen. Scott advanced forward to the other team and turned back to Lucas, urging him to run up ahead. Lucas did so and was just in time to receive the ball after which he made a half spin to avoid an incoming opponent. He then tossed the ball to Scott, the captain, who went on to perform a home run.

"I have slight migraine." This marriage isn’t working, it’s never going to work. I can’t tell her. She loves me, she loves it here – with me. She’d be my perfect Luna if only I feel the same. She might have some flaws but she do care a lot about the pack. “Do you want me to call the physician?” she asks as she start to get back into her red belly crop top. “No, it’s fine.” I open the doors of the fridge and takes out a bottle of liquor and a glass. “Want some?” I ask, raising the bottle.

"But this time, if I win, you have to get me some of Doctor Blonde's secret stash." "What?" Vincent could hardly believe his ears. "Deal." Tuck quickly agrees. Vincent steps off the porch and looks at the bedroom window. Placing one hand on his hip at a time. "Those kids." -- A short workout later, Vincent showered and changed. Combing his blonde hair so that it was smoother. He looked in the mirror, chewing his lip as he mumbled to himself about 'having too many freckles.' Vincent sighed and left the bathroom. He seals a mask over his face and prepares to enter, when Eris calls his name.

"Exactly like us." Marco had set up in the secure room. Maps. Intelligence reports. Photos of everything. "Vincent's pattern is consistent," he said without preamble. "He's hitting infrastructure. Safe houses. Supply lines. Communication hubs. Everything we use to operate. He's trying to.." "Cripple us completely." I studied the map. "Make it impossible to function. Impossible to hunt him." "Exactly. But he's also erratic. Sloppy. Making mistakes." Marco pulled up surveillance footage. "This is from yesterday. One of his teams hit a warehouse in Queens. But they left evidence. DNA. Fingerprints. Enough for law enforcement to.."

Anything. But Dad just stood there, staring at the gun, tears streaming down his face. Useless. Marcus turned back to Vincent, running at him again, trying to make him stop. "Stop it!" he screamed, pounding his small fists against Vincent's back. This time Vincent backhanded him without even looking. The blow caught Marcus across the face. Vincent's ring-a heavy gold signet-tore a gash across his cheek. Pain exploded bright and sharp. Blood poured down Marcus's face, warm and sticky.

"You’re home early. This is Marcus, a friend of mine from school." Marcus stood up, extending a hand. "Hey, man. Nice place you got here." Vincent didn't look at Marcus's hand. He slowly lowered his gaze to Marcus’s other hand—which was currently resting casually, familiarly, on the bare skin of my waist. Marcus had reached out to steady himself as he stood up, and his palm was pressed firmly against my hip. The temperature in the backyard plummeted. Vincent’s eyes darkened, a muscle in his jaw twitching violently. I could practically feel the waves of possessive fury radiating off him. He took a step forward, his towering frame casting a long shadow over both of us.

He must speak with Imelda later. Arturo finished binding up Vincents hand. "Since I am already here, I'll proceed with the nutrients injection, you can't live on muffins alone. As much as discovering it is a good thing, Sugar rush is a real thing." He attempted to make a light joke but Vincent didn't have as much as a smile on his face. 'Ah~' Arturo thought. He had forgotten he was dealing with a block of ice. After administering the shot, Arturo packed up his kits to leave, absolutely worn out. He placed a very small bottle of pills on Vincents desk.