Virgil Tracy Novels & Stories

And if he avoided thinking about today, I would stop and do it, as I had told him he would definitely be satisfied with what he would get as a result. "Sir, he has nothing to worry about. I will do it. You can use me as the other part of the experiment," Tracy K said to me, offering to use himself as the experiment lab rat just for us to prove to Mr. Vaughn that we were really serious and we actually knew what we were doing. I already knew that someone would actually volunteer themselves for it, and if I was asked to give a specific name, I would say it was Tracy.

She wondered what it entailed. She would be lying if she said she didn't know about Lucian Lyc's reputation. Tracy had given her quite the gist, one of the reasons Tracy had been reluctant about her going for the interview but now that she saw him up close and personal, she didn't think he was the monster everybody thought he was. She thought he was nice and could not help but wonder what working for him would be like.

She looked nothing like the person who had bullied Mia just days ago. The man slowly stood up, dropped his cigarette butt on the floor, and ground it out with his leather shoe. Tracy flinched at this small action, feeling as if that shoe might step on her next. "Do you want to save the White Group?" he asked. When Tracy understood his question, she nodded frantically. "Yes!" The man said in a deep voice,”Who told you to do those things?" Tracy's mind raced, thinking of her parents' worried faces and everything she had endured today. Finally, with a tearful voice, she said, "It was... it was Vivian Wilson. She told me to do it."

TRACY It had been two days since the fiasco. But my head still throbbed like hell, reminding of the poison still fighting its way through my bloodstream. The heavy antidotes Dr. Evans pumped into me left my limbs feeling like lead, but my goal remained fixed: secure my position before the board signed it away. Propped up by three pillows, I adjusted the laptop on my knees. "Tracy," Sean’s voice rumbled from the doorway. He stood there, jaw tight, arms crossed over his chest. "Evans said no work. You're recovering from a lethal toxin."

Tracy had a mocking smile as she looked through Celeste. Then the professor called again. "Carter, Tracy Dylan." Tracy walked confidently to the front and started introducing herself. "I am Tracy Dylan Carter. I graduated with honors during my high school years. I enjoy Science very much, that is why I want to become a doctor someday! I came from the Carter family of Octave City." "Thank you Ms Carter." Then the professor continued calling each of her students and then she called. . . "Klatt, Celeste Covey"

I chuckled softly, "Tracy, you're a renowned star. When you uttered those words to me, did you consider the repercussions if I were to share them on the internet? Do you want your hard-earned image to be tarnished in an instant?" Tracy remained unfazed by my words and smirked triumphantly, "I've been in this industry for years. What haven't I experienced? Remember the last stampede scandal? The entire city was in an uproar, but in the end, it blew over. Why do you think I always get away with it? It is all because of Kingsley. It was true that I lost exposure for a month due to the scandal, but Kingsley still helped me secure a role in The Legend."

Officer Martinez was reminded of the nasty divorce between Celine Anderson and her cheating husband, Roman Morgan, and replied, “Miss Tracy has passed away, and she listed Mr Morgan as her next of kin. Hence, I am here.” It dawned on Celine that Tracy had never forgotten her lover, even though he had abandoned her after their affair was discovered. She swallowed the bitterness in her heart and said, “Please do as you please with Tracy’s body.” Officer Martinez drove back to the Malibu Correctional Services to report that Mr Morgan was missing in action. The prison staff member opened Tracy’s letter and started reading. Tracy indicated that she had donated her whole body for research. She had

You know what, let's leave this topic for another day" "Why don't you like talking about it? You know his house, right? Then I can take you there" "Point of correction, I don't know his house. I have only been to his office" "That is also perfect and you think he will not be dying to see you?" "Tracy, why do you like talking as if you know the mind of everybody? You have never met this guy before and you don't even know him. Men might have a woman in their life and at the same time, have another person outside that does another duty for him"

“Miss Victoria, may I know the main reason why you're willing to help me. There's something I've come to understand and that is the phrase that says there's no free lunch anywhere. There's no way you want to help me for free.” I smiled at her. Though she seemed quite ignorant, I can't help but notice that she's smart. “You're right about that phrase. But then I can assure you that what I want in return isn't something I'm going to ask of you directly. I'm only just trying to pave a way out for me. That's all.” Tracy stared at me for a while and I can't help but wonder what she might actually be thinking in her mind. “Tracy, the reason why I called you out here is to find out about your opini

Juliet replied as she brought out a file from her drawer “You look troubled, who made you sad?” Tracy asked with a pity look on her face She sighed and placed the files on her desk “That stupid Detective! You know, he had the guts to remind me of how i failed to keep my promise to the state all because of Eden” she said Tracy puzzled “I should have let him die that night. I shouldn’t have rescued him” she continued in whispers “You know what you did could pose a risk to both you and Eden right?” Tracy asked and she sighed again