Vincent Purple Guy Novels & Stories

He's the fourth person to show up at their table since they've been here. As expected, the bar is too loud, but because they have a private room, their room is quiet. It made the room's wall a glass wall. "What are you drinking? Tell me my treat." Vincent added "She's not drinking," said Violet. "Oh? That is so pitiful. Anyway, my name is Vincent, and you are." Then he introduced himself. He looks decent and belongs to a wealthy family. He's got an accent. "Violet, my name is Violet," Violet said. She never grabbed his hand.

"There is a medicine called Purple Ginseng, which is extremely difficult to find. Many doctors have never even heard of it, let alone seen it. It's very hard to find." It can be said that in this world, only a very few people knew what it looked like. "Does this medicine help with Grandma's condition?" Ronan asked earnestly. "Yes, but this medicine is particularly hard to find. Your grandmother's condition may not be able to wait." Vincent took a sip of tea, stood up and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't help. Goodbye." "See Vincent off," Ronan instructed. Immediately, someone stepped forward and handed Vincent a blank check. Vincent waved his hand, saying, "I didn't help with anything, and I fe

She nodded and handed Vincent a piece of cake from the bag. Percival’s eyes followed the cake, annoyed that she’d even given him one. “Who’s that guy?” he asked, keeping his voice neutral. The director sensed a misunderstanding and quickly explained, “That’s Vincent. He’s an orphan who grew up here. He had a head injury when he was young, which left him with the mental age of an eight-year-old. He’s 26 now and stays here to cook because he can’t make it on his own in society.”

[Translation: Don't lie to me boy] "I'm not," he says firmly. "Giovanni, I know you better than anyone else and I sure as hell do know when a man has a woman in his life." Vincent raises an eyebrow, "How?" "You're glowing and you smell like sex," she says bluntly. Vincent sniffs himself; he did smell like sex; he should have taken a shower he left Chanel’s place. "Fine, I've met someone," he admits. "Italian?" He shakes his head, "African American."

I revealed. Vincento chuckled, pushing the door to the club open. He strutted me along the main floor, and I swear every single head turned to look at me. Half of the people had a surprised look on their faces, like I was a Unicorn. “Why is everyone staring at me, Vincento?” I whispered as I stayed close to his side. “They’ve never seen a pink girl,” Vincento said, smiling down at me. “Why not?” I asked. “Because everyone has been touchable up to this point,” Vincento explained. “Even Antonio’s old girlfriends.”

Kaze sneered. Back at the Quints, Vincent and Deborah always called him useless and an idiot. Now, Vincent was spared from jail because he was useless. How ironic. “Yes! Yes! I am useless!” Vincent collapsed on the floor like a weakened ragdoll. “Useless piece of shit! You are not worthy to be my grandson!” Liam bellowed. Vincent had embarrassed the family. “Who’s next?” Kaze then looked at Liam. Liam’s expression shifted. He quickly lowered himself and said, “I’ll sell you Quartet Group with one dollar, just let me go!”

Vincent reaches for a flask inside his jacket and takes a swig. He likes rum, but since the liquid in that flask smells like nail polish remover, it must be cheap vodka. "They say three years is enough to know a person, but boy, did you elude me. Was it funny? Were you laughing when you were trying to find out how commoners live? How they struggle? Was it easy playing pretend?" He asks as bright pink patches paint his cheeks. I don’t remember the last time I saw Vincent tipsy from one shot; whatever is in that flask must be strong; it's best we finish this quickly.

He remained silent the entire time, but he shot a fierce glare at Kate and Andrius as he passed by them. If looks could kill, the two would have been torn to shreds by now. “Andrius, I’m really sorry.” Kate glanced at Vincent’s back and said apologetically. “He’s Vincent Klein, the grandson of the Medicine Sect’s First Elder. He’s used to being arrogant.” “It’s fine.” Andrius shook his head and did not take it to heart. Vincent was just a small fry. Even if he had some strength, he would not be able to make any big waves.

Doyin retorted, "You have never work with him" he Inquired, Everything Doyin said was recorded, and she knows, but she was afraid, "Yes" Doyin retorted, "I don't trust you, two of you are culprits and you are under arrest" the guys said, Vincent and Doyin has been handcuffed, but Vincent was pleading, "please, leave this girl alone, she's just my guest for one night, I don't know her, she didn't know what I do for a living" Vincent said, please, help her, please leave her and let her go" Vincent explained,

However, what caught his eye was the beautiful, slightly playful face of the vampire girl who loved the color red, Maris. - Hello Harvey, can I come in? - Of course. – He moved aside to make way for her. Maris walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at the messy space around her. As far as she knew, Harvey was a guy who liked to be clean and neat, but why did his house now look like it had just been visited by a thief? Extremely messy. - What did you come for? – Harvey stepped closer to her and asked. - Out of blood, you and Aurora have forgotten me, right? Are you two planning on letting me starve? Vincent's money is still at your place. – Her voice was a bit sulky and reproachful.