Virgil Tracy Novels & Stories

I close my mouth. The heat moves through me again, deeper this time. I press my free hand flat against my thigh where she cannot see it, breathing through my nose slowly, evenly counting. My voice stays completely steady. To anyone looking at me, nothing has changed. "Tell your Dr Carter," Tracy says, settling back, "that I am not impressed. Tell her that if she has charges to make, she should make them. I will be right here waiting." She gestures at the room around her. "And tell her to come out from behind her glass and her machine and say things to my face, like a person with a spine, if she believes she has something to say." A pause. "I gave that woman the benefit of the doubt. Whatever

I said and he rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to see that kid anyway.” He replied. “Good.” I started eating feeling Violet’s intense gaze at me. I sent her a small smile and made sure no one other than her saw it. She relaxed and started eating with a content smile of hers and I felt my heart swelling. “Where is Tracy?” I asked looking around and found her missing. "Out." Gio said not looking at us. I raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Tracy was someone we knew before, but she good us to never tell Violet. She was a member of the gang, and I heard that’s the cause of her mother never talking to her before she died.

He made his intentions known to Tracy but she blatantly said she was not interested. Then there was Ivan More. He was the gentleman that made Tracy's life uncomfortable on campus which later led to him suffering some beatings from Charles. Ivan was persistent and had once screamed In front of an entire class that he was in love with Tracy, but the beatings he got form Charles and Tracy's indifference made him back off eventually. "I am not interested. Please don't send me any more flowers." Tracy said to John Clark one time. His father was also a billionaire widely known in Purple City. Tracy caught his attention at a supermarket in Purple City and he has pursued her since then. But Tracy tu

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

“You're not going to-” “Oh, I will.” He moved the screen away from her face. “Unless if you don't make a fuss about our wedding or tell anyone that Lucas Harrison is the father of your child.” … At The Central City. Tracy rushed outside the Villa, seeing Lucas's car approaching. The moment he left the car, she hugged him tight and sobbed. “I knew you would regret treating me badly, Honey. I knew you would come back. You don't need to apologize because I forgive you, and I love you-”

“But all I know is that he loves you. And he's not gonna throw you away just because you got involved with Vince.” “Or he just might, don't be so sure.” Another voice added. I recognized it in a second. I turned. Tracy was at the door. Alone. Her Mother wasn't with her. I stood, and Uncle Leo did too. “He's not gonna hate you for getting involved with Uncle Vince. He's also gonna hate you for ruining Uncle Vince's perfect life.” Tracy continued her verbal assault. I was low on energy. I was exhausted. I was drained. But she was pushing me to go really ballistic right now.

Not a single trace. Tracy sat alone on the edge of the leather sofa in the empty sitting room, staring at the dark screen of her phone, her chest heaving with humiliation and rage. He isn't coming, the ugly realization hammered into her skull like a wooden stake. He's with Rosemarie. He's up in Tyson Carrillo's fortress, playing house, ignoring his pack, ignoring his own blood. Was he intentionally ignoring her? Did he see the notification pop up and deliberately swipe it away because he was so completely entranced by that dying little mouse? The thought of Rex looking at her messages and choosing Rosemarie over his own mother made Tracy's vision pulse with hot, blinding madness.

Doctor Greg gave a half-shrug and ignored his questions, "Do you know why I'm telling you this little secret?" Trevor shook his head slightly and grimaced. "It's because it's not useful to you. You have a minute to live on earth. I wish to keep you Alive to complete my research, but the gravity of your sin is much, and I can't risk my relationship with the governor." Dr Greg pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Trevor. Trevor shut his eyes. He'd be dead soon, and Kira wouldn't be able to save him as planned. But he wasn't giving up. Despite the blurriness clouding his vision, he'd fight to the end, even if he died.

Her departure gave a ventilation space for Tracy as she resolved to tears ‘Why didn't I die that night when you guys left me, this is too much for me to bear’ Tracy whispered in her heart , reminiscing about the death of her parents in a car crash in which she and Angela were the only survivors. Holding her head and scattering her hair as she sits on the ground with a loud cry. “I wish I could kill myself!” She shouted as lady Gene drew closer to console her. Sitting on the floor with her and hugging her closely while patting her back.

Harley chuckled, shaking her head at Nicole. "I'm up for it," Garret shrugged. "Yea, why not?" Zylen agreed. "One condition," Logan spoke up as he raised an eyebrow. "Someone has to stay by Nicole at all times." "I volunteer in tribute!" Zylen exclaimed, rolling his eyes at Logan. "Stop being such a mom and loosen up Logan, it's about living once, so that's what we are going to do." "Please stop referring to that term," Harley mumbled, shaking her head.