Vance X Bruce Novelas e Histórias

I’m getting there, Starfish, we have a breach on the eastern side of the territory. Euan and I are surrounded. I love you. I say before cutting the mind link. You ready for this Junie? Ready whenever you are Covey. It’s time to kick some rogue ass.

"You brought the metrics?" Vance smiled, a cold, bloodless movement of his lips that didn't reach his dead eyes. He reached into his overcoat and pulled out an ultra-thin, military-grade slate tablet. He didn't hand it to Francis; he set it flat on the rusted oil drum, directly over the leather ledger.

“You whore! How could you screw another man until you take in his child?“ “I swear— I.“ I couldn't finish the statement because my vision was starting to get blurry and darkness was starting to creep in. Then he released his grip from my neck and I fell to the floor with a loud thud. I let out a gruttal cough, gasping for breath with spit drooling out of my mouth. My neck throbbed with so much pain that it feels like I was about to die. Yet, I couldn't. Then he toss the parchment paper at me. “Still denying it?“ I grabbed the paper, my eyes scanning it and at the bottom: NO MATCH. That was the result. Clear. Final.

The chip inside shattered under his heel. Vance’s smile faltered for the first time. “What did you do?” Cedric smiled, cold and tired. “That wasn’t the real drive. The real one is with Marcus. And he’s already on his way to the New York Times.” Vance’s face twisted with rage. “Kill him.”

Vance did not die in the battle. This was the part that no one spoke about immediately, not in the first hours of return, not in the initial accounting of the wounded, not in the first long collective exhale of a pack that had defended itself and survived. Vance had retreated. His force had broken and scattered back through the northern forest, but he himself had gone with them injured, Eric confirmed when he was brought in to assess the damage alongside the elders, but not fatally. He had been pulled back by his own wolves when it became clear the battle had turned irrevocably.

“Punch me.” She blinked. “…What?” “Punch me.” “I’m not punching you.” “Why not?” “Because you look like you’ll break my arm.” Vance waited. Silently. Lena groaned. “Fine.” She stepped forward and threw a quick, half-hearted punch toward his shoulder. Vance caught her wrist before it even got close. Fast. Too fast. Her eyes widened. “You’re slow,” he said flatly. “Wow. Encouraging.” He let go of her wrist.

the butler announced. Catherine walked to Bruce. They exchanged a quick kiss. “Bruce,” Carlton Van Dyke said as approached him. “You’ve made me a very happy man. I can’t imagine a better man for my Catherine.” “Thank you, sir,” Bruce said. “Oh yes, and I can’t imagine any one more handsome either,” Victoria Van Dyke, Catherine’s mother, chimed. “Really?” Trevor blurted out like he was offended. The Van Dykes chuckled.

His brows furrowed, and for just a split second, there was a flicker of something unfamiliar in his eyes—a flash of recognition, maybe, or surprise. “Ian,” he repeated, his voice quieter than before, as if the name held some weight that I wasn’t aware of. “That name sounds familiar.” I sat up straighter, my curiosity piqued despite myself. “You know him?” I asked, leaning forward slightly, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. “How do you know him?” Vance shook his head quickly, the look on his face tight, controlled. “No. I don’t know him.” He met my gaze, and there was something in his eyes that made me feel like he wasn’t being entirely truthful, but I couldn’t place it.

Vance was one of Samson's own adopted sons who had opened his own mechanic business in his adult life and was doing well for himself. "He isn't here, it's his day off. I'm just trying to add blue lights to my wheel wells, and I'm having a hard time running it through the hollow plastic panels on the sides of the truck to the back of the rear wheel well." Gabriel huffed and dejectedly pulled himself out from under the truck and stood.

she admitted. Vance stepped forward , he slowly took a hand up to her face and ran it down her cheek, not frighten her, I guess. " My fire , I will take this at your pace. But I promise you will never suffer such ill treatment again " his thumb brushed against a bruise on her cheek that was fading. " I will breathe my fire against anyone that dares to and they will suffer as it scorches their skin ". She took in a sharp intake of breath. Both of them staring into eachothers eyes. It felt almost intrusive being here to witness this , but I couldn't look away.