Vincent Purple Guy Novels & Stories

He said the last sentence with his head turned over his shoulders. “Care to enlighten me about what my personality is?” Vincent took in the office that's filled with bright colors ranging from light brown, to white, to blue. “I don't really know how to describe it but I do attach colors to people's personality.” “And what's mine?” Dimitri asked,, standing up from his chair. His hands in his pocket as he stalked towards him. “Black.” Vincent whispered, his eyes fixed on the shelf before him. “The black on a dark starless night.” He added.

But when it actually happened, each time she bought something or the other for herself. Just the last time she won the draw, she bought a gadget that Mr. Jones had not agreed to buy it for her because, to him, it was a waste of money. He did not find it very convincing to buy a touchscreen phone for her when she already had the best phone with buttons. Now that the time was changing and Delilah’s rich friends owned the newly launched touchscreen phone which they did not buy, but their husbands gifted it to them.

Now my life had its purpose restored, namely to free Cherish and destroy every member of the Axelon gang I could barely disguise my lack of respect anymore. Vincent waited for me in his concrete walled office, the huge wooden desk covered in papers and bottles of various spirits. A huge safe behind him, no doubt filled with blood-tainted winnings of his business. "Ivan, we need to talk." I nodded and took a chair, my back against the wall not trusting him to try something on me. All this polite talk could soon be overruled by an electric cattle prod to the back of my neck. “You know I don’t see you the same as the other fighters, yeah?” I merely nodded, unsure of the way this was going. Vinc

So how can they let Shane take responsibility for this? Lastly, Vince, or Vincent who is actually a Dauncy. What’s with Vince… or was it his Dauncy surname that made their classmates react? Well, it is both that are impactful to their classmates because the Dauncy surname is one of the wealthiest people in the world. It was also said that they have royal blood! Their red hairs are the proof! So how can their classmates not react?

Once she finishes, she sits down in the middle of the chalk patterns, legs tucked beneath her. “Okay,” she rubs her palms together. “Who wants to go first?” Not me. I sit back. Aiden takes my leg and droops it over his. It’s the most natural thing and I smile. He smiles back. “I’ll go first,” Violet raises her hand; makes her way into the center of the room. I search for Vincent in the crowd. He’s standing on the far left wall. His suit jacket is off. So are his glasses. He’s watching me. It’s past midnight and he’s still in work mode.

Vincent presented his handcrafted currency proudly. Penelope was freaking out. Her hands were trembling as she clutched the watercolor-painted Vince Dollar. "Is this your money?" Vincent held his chest high as he replied proudly, "This is the Vince Dollar!" Penelope noticed something was wrong and questioned, "The money I sent you earlier was genuine, but the money you're handing me now appears to be painted with watercolors?" Vincent was taken aback by her revelation. "Oops! You found out?" He found it hard to believe that Penelope wasn't foolish enough to see through his deception.

Vincent's voice cut Violet's thought short and dragged her out of her reverie. "Huh...?" She shifted her attention to him. When she saw his confused face, she smiled and nodded her head, "Yeah! My name is Violet Rhodes. The CEO of SHAVIO AUTOS AND ELECTRICALS," she removed her business card from her purse and handed it over to him. He also did the same thing.

But he did nothing. Vincenzo was also known to the people of Casablanca as a womanizer. One villager once begged the people for help when he took his daughter, but help could not be provided and till date, she never returned. The father said that he made his daughter become a stripper and he womanized her and countless other women. The stories travelled and he was known as that, bold of Dmitri to try and change her perceptions about him she thought. Before Eleanorah could argue further, the door creaked open, drawing both their attention. In walked Vincent, shirtless.

Gutemberg nearly spat out his drink laughing, while Vincent stared at me like he was trying to decide if I was a walking problem. “If you try that, I promise I won’t stop to rescue you when the cops catch you,” Vincent murmured. “I think what he means is he doesn’t want to see you naked, babe,” Gutemberg added, leaning toward me with a smirking smile. “But me, on the other hand...” Vincent threw a pillow at him without warning, hitting him in the face. Gutemberg cursed, but I just laughed.

I moved my eye quickly and got an image of the man's face, sweaty and smiling. In return for the cash, the man gave her a medium sized ziplock baggie full of purple powder. It was one of the largest bags of boost that I had ever seen. My mouth began to salivate just a little. And with these images, I had proof that her husband's fears were justified. His wife, like so many others, was a junkie. She was a booster. I zoomed in even closer, just to make sure that I could get the beautiful color of the powder in all its glory, and snapped another picture.