Vincent Purple Guy Novels & Stories

Immediately, she sunk in her seat. Vincent cracked a small smile. “Looks like someone’s paying him… I always got the feeling he was a prostitute,” nervously, Blue glanced towards Vincent. It seemed his joke had been lost on her. “But look, he’s getting out his checkbook—why would he trade money for money?” Squinting at the man who leafed through a bloated envelope and reached into his back pocket, Blue found herself holding her breath. Oddly enough, if only for a second, she felt she was seated in the front seat of the car; glancing around nervously, checking the lock on the door, tucking an envelope in her suit, and paying a strange man in a decrepit vehicle. Lifting a finger to the window,

An injury he most likely earned. "Welcome to hell..." Prince Pov(not in 1st person) Cassius was in his room enjoying last night's shindig; two sexy blondes. He had a thing for blondes. Currently the two naked girls were over top of him feeding from each other. Blood sharing is so sexually thrilling. Cassius enjoyed it but he never let anyone taste his blood, for personal reasons. A hard knock on his door interrupted the fun. However he ignored and sank his fangs into the side of one of the vampire's neck. The other began to sexual lick down his chest...

He was convinced he hovered on the brink of death. That morning, he sent a message. Vincent: [Cyrus, I've already contacted them. When are we going over?] Cyrus smiled faintly and replied at once. Cyrus: [Come to my place. We'll talk it through.] Not long after, Vincent arrived at Cyrus' door. Cyrus opened it and let him inside. The moment Vincent stepped in, his expression mirrored Zoey's and Chloe's initial reactions. Shock mixed with overwhelming delight. He looked like a beggar who had stumbled into a palace of gold and jewels, grinning foolishly, eyes unfocused.

Rene teased as he took his first food. “Never mind. Maybe that’s the nature of royal highness. He has that kindness even to those whom he didn’t know.” Marie explained as she wanted to end the conversation about the prince right away. When Marie returned home that night, the International Artist Group Chat congratulated her and made a lot of emojis to some of her pictures during her interview. Someone posted them on their page as well. But she noticed a few of the paintings posted on the timeline of their page that all of them had the initial PM and there was an image of a crown.

Azura was sensitive, Vincent had noticed, and he smiled at her. "I want to buy new things for you because you are my wife. I want to give you the best. I also want to ask you. Do you consider me a disabled person?" "I don't consider you a disabled person. It's that your legs can't walk. You can do many other things." Vincent smiled, and he also answered her question. "I don't think you're a country girl. You've just never lived like a noble girl before. But now it's different. You are my wife, the wife of the CEO of a big real estate company."

MyPrime999. Vincent Grande. This is Valentine's brother, for sure. I recognized the name from the last time that I've visited his profile. How did he found my account? We haven't even met. Does he even know that I exist? Anyway, I couldn't resist killing some time, and so I visited his profile. The newest photo he uploaded was only from this morning. A photo of a man wearing nothing but boxer shorts and an apron who is busy cooking something. It's the very same guy present from a lot of Vincent's photo, his boyfriend most definitely. I followed Vincent back then moved on.

"Uhm... her name isn't here." "Really?" Vincent frowned and checked his phone. She was definitely here. Clearing his throat, he continued, "How about President Peter Warlow, the CEO of the company I'm under? We have a situation, and he isn't picking up. Since I'm around, my team decided to send me here." "Oh, the big show!" the lady gushed. "I can't wait to see you dance." "Autograph first," Vincent demanded, and the girl slid a book and pen to him. After signing, he winked at her and thanked her before getting the room number.

I heard silvio say, Vincent hesitated before saying “ women don't need to get involved, they just spend the money and don't care where it comes from” he grinned. “They are just bitches, they are just entertainment, you throw them out when you are done” I looked at Vincent horrified that I had shook hands with this guy earlier . “you are just a mean old bastard” silvio said,”it's time you retire” immediately, as he concluded his statement Vincent had grabbed my neck from behind and pointed a gun to my head.

“Apart from the demolition, I mean.” “It’s just that,” I say, smiling at him gratefully for his attempt to comfort me. “I just feel bad that the only good friend I had in this place even when I had nothing is fucked over because of me.” “It’s not because of you,” Vincent tells me assuringly, glancing behind his seat. “It’s because of that prick who doesn’t know any better. Soon, all these people will believe that we are not horrible. All we have to do is wait and make sure that all of us are well and good to these people. They will see for themselves that we are not bad.”

The space of the bar was very large and designed for dancing, so the tables next to each other were also very far apart. “Hey, I noticed that man intended to approach that girl who was drinking alone. She looks quite beautiful, should I come and be the hero to rescue the beauty?” Vincent's lady-killer nature had always remained unchanged. Unlike Harry and Brian, who come from two of the richest and most powerful families, Vincent single-handedly built his career and became the president and CEO of the largest entertainment company in the country. That was why Brian wanted to take advantage of him to invest in film production at his request.