Vincent Fgteev Novels & Stories

she teased, her voice light but with an underlying note of concern. Vincent looked at her for a moment, the weight of her words sinking deeper than he let on. She was right, of course. He had the skills, the reputation, the experience to carve out his own path. But his decision wasn’t about that. It wasn’t about proving anything to anyone. "I’ve made my decision, Ma," he said, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering. "I have a meeting with the CEO of Festive in two days."

Cassie began, jabbing Natasha in the arm. "What?" "You freaking out in front of Lucas King!" "The artist?" "Oh, no. The fisherman who happens to have really cool hair!" Natasha gave her an annoyed look. "Nothing. I was just a little dazed from the football that was coming right at my face." "Yeah, sure," Cassie added, rolling her eyeballs. "How do I still put up with you?" "Duuh...I'm your bff and in case you hadn't noticed, the last 'f' is for forever !" Cassie responded with her high spirited tone, "besides, where else are you gonna find an awesome friend like me?"

A tool for Vincent. My father's son.

He'd told me once, years ago young enough that he'd pronounced it Theo-en, drawing it out in two careful syllables that seventeen was his favorite number. It had done something to me then. It was doing worse things to me now. Vincent padded across the living room to the fish tank in bare feet, damp hair, wearing that easy unhurried expression of a man who had no idea he was the center of anyone's universe. He moved like a regular, uncomplicated person. Like someone with good days and bad days, strong points and irritating ones. Like someone I was supposed to have gotten out of my system. "There you are," he said softly, leaning toward the tank. "Look at you, Raggie. More beautiful than e

Let them both squirm. "Dr. Vale. You look absolutely stunning." I turned. Vincent Reid stood behind me, smiling. Tall. Handsome. Mid-forties with silver threading through his dark hair. CEO of TechCore, one of Apex's main competitors. And an old friend. "Vincent. It's good to see you." He kissed my hand, lingering just slightly. "The pleasure is entirely mine. I've been following your career. COO of Apex? That's quite an accomplishment."

, Charles answered, turning to glare at Vincent. “Oh” Kate murmured, but she swore the name sounded like someone she knew. “So you've been gossiping about me”, the man named Vincent said, as Charles rolled his eyes in response. “I should have introduced myself earlier”, he added, turning to Kate. “I'm Vincent Andino but you can call me Vincy”. “Vincent Andino!? There was only one Vincent Andino she knew and he was her cousin!” Kate thought, masking her shocked expression. “No wonder he looked familiar”.

He needed to do something about it or he would stuck forever like this. On the next day, Vincent visited Cedric again. This time he brought his laptop with him. He wanted to show Cedric about important office works. Vincent has also predicted about something before. The reasons he visited Cedric almost every day when he was free was to see whoever visited Cedric. Today, he believed that Gerald would pay a visit to see his son. It would be a great chance for Vincent to show off.

Upon hearing that name, Vincent frustratedly loosened up his tie. "Ce nom vous dit quelque chose, fiston?" Does that name ring a bell, son? "Père, it's not what you think it is," Father. Vincent defensively said. "Whatever the fuck it is fix the fucking problem," Don Venedict said with an evident authority in his voice. "Je ne veux pas de problème avec Stevenson. J'espère avoir été clair." I don't want a problem with Stevenson. I hope I made that clear. He added.

His heart was heavy with emotions up until now and rage was one of those. The guy who hurt Elaine inside the elevator was Vincent Elizalde Fuego, the only son of the famous fashion designer Margaux Elizalde and business mogul Juan Miguel Fuego. Juan Miguel Fuego was one of the major shareholders of the De Marco Group of Hotels apart from the multinational corporation owned by their family. Vincent lived abroad for almost three years. It’s just been two months since he returned to the Philippines. After he watched the CCTV footage of the elevator, only God knew how he tried to stay calm. But it still came down to a fistfight when he greeted him with,

Vincent, whose own past had been kept hidden from his family was now worried to death about his niece. Vincent had been in a team of secret agents before he had gotten caught in the Afganistan, thirteen years ago. His years were no less than hell from what he had to endure there. His memories were still vivid. Vincent was the kind of man who was ready to take a bullet for anyone who was close to him, give up his life for them. That was the reason that he had not contacted his family for ten years because of being trapped in Afghanistan. And when he came out free, back to the country, he found out that his sister was dead, and Hope had moved somewhere else.