Vincent Purple Guy Novels & Stories

"Yeah right, try it and you'll see what you are looking for. Did you know that your boss is such a stupid? Because he doesn't leave a lot of you. Poor you," Vincent said and whispered, "in a count of three I want you to get down trust me earth…" "One, two, three," Then I get down and Vincent makes a round kick and the guy drops his gun and tries to hide. I saw how Vincent fought again. But still, I'm nervous and there's a lot of what is inside in my mind but the guy collapses in no time and Vincent calls me. And we pack our things immediately. "V what happened to the guy?"

Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."

Clarice, the mean queen, stalked up to me. "So, it's you, idiot!" she sneered. "I'm not an idiot," I retorted, keeping my voice even. Before I could react, Pretty slapped me hard. "How dare you talk back?" Pink stepped forward, her eyes narrowed. "Let's make ourselves clear, leave Vincent alone." Annoyance flared in my chest. "Why should I? Because it pains you that he loves me?" Clarice's face twisted in fury. "You dare" she hissed, then her voice dropped to an ominous whisper, "No problem. Be sure that something trouble awaits you."

Anthony winks before turning to face the reporter, “Of course, what would you like to know?” “Actually, could we start with a kiss? It’d be great for the article.” The woman holds up the camera with a hopeful expression in her eyes. My eyes flick to Anthony who has a cool expression on his face, “My Violet isn’t a fan of cameras. I would like to respect her privacy by not doing anything like that for a picture. You are, however, more than welcome to take a picture of us how we are now. The shot before only showed my back, I’m sure that you finding us here before any other reporter would be great for your article.”

"100 million going once, going twice, Gone! And banged the gavel. "You are welcome" he smiled at Vinca who had a shocked look. Damont, dejected, squeezed his palm into a ball, really wishing to give Frost a clout on the nose.

Jessica frowned in confusion. Jessica sat limply on the sofa. Her head felt empty now. Previously, Jessica had thought that Lorensius was a rich man, or at the very least, an employee of a large company. However, unexpectedly, the man was a pimp at one of the nightclubs in this city. Yeah, Lorensius might be rich, but not because he's an employee in a big company or a child of a conglomerate, but a pimp. This is unbelievable. Jessica's common sense rejected the reality in front of her.

The Vincenzo I heard of, and knew for a short while, would have never been a victim of his friend stabbing him in the back, even if those friends were Manuel and Natalie. Vincenzo was a ruthless and tactical man, but I entered into his life and made him soft. I made him hesitate. I made him rethink his choice. I became the greatest threat to his sovereignty and he died because his enemies learned to milk that. I clenched my teeth angrily as Natalie finally reached Manuel, who received her with a huge smile on his face. I tried all the techniques I could to hold in my tears, but they still came pouring out. It just seemed so unfair to me that some people got to take and take and take from the

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 "Who sent you" Vincent growled, "I have already told them what I know" the guy at the right cried out "I swear I don't know anything else" Vincent growled and it echoed in the room, his claws emerged slowly from his fingers and he plunged them into the guy's stomach. "Speak" Vincent commanded with his voice filled with authority. He spat out blood before talking "she promised to pay us if we could rape the girl". "Who is she?" he asked menacingly, as he pushed his claws further into the guy's stomach.

"Melt it down. We can donate the money to our 'Anti-Violence and Peace Foundation.' It can be his one good deed." Vincent's lips curved into a satisfied smile. He kissed my earlobe. "As you wish, my lady." What he didn't know was that long before, when I was sixteen, the purple wind chimes had already found their way into my world. That year, Vincent had returned to New York for the first time as an heir to report to the family. He stood on the balcony of the villa next door, a cigar between his fingers, his gaze passing through the garden fence to land on the foolish girl who was being completely duped by Nico's self-pity act.

A low laugh rumbled in my chest. “What led you to the opinion that I give a shit what people think? Let them notice. Let them whisper. Do you know what makes this game beautiful, Vincent? He hides behind robes and sermons, pretending to be untouchable. But I’ve already seen him stripped down, trembling, begging. No prayer can wash away that stain.” Vincent’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.