Novel & Cerita Vance X Bruce

"Bruce is really something else. He got this deal done just after taking it over. From now on, we better stick close to him." When they saw me walk in, the clamor died down abruptly. All eyes turned on me. Some held sympathy, some held mockery, but most were just reveling in my misery. After all, everyone knew I was the one who had been working on this deal. And now that it was about to land, I was the one left hanging out to dry. Bruce walked toward me with a box of instant noodles in hand and deliberately tossed it onto my desk with a loud thud. "Dana, you probably haven't had breakfast yet, right? I brought you a box of instant noodles. It's more than enough to go around. Look at you, thr

Swiftly, he unleashed a slashing attack towards Vans. "Hahaha... where is your previous strength now?" The man continued his rapid assault towards Vans with his two large scythes, pushing Vans into a more desperate position. Vans' movements grew sluggish due to the depletion of his magical energy from continuously launching spells. Meanwhile, for the man, this might be his final surge of magical energy as well. He unleashed his full power to kill Vans. "*Clang..."

Parker ranted at him while reaching his hand to stand him up. "What do you mean near death?" the guy asked while rubbing his butt. As he stood up full on his legs, he got taller an inch than the two boys with a little less muscular bodies. Vance had paler skin than the rest and golden brown hair. His green eyes were as mesmerizing as some magical stone. He was dressed in a half sleeves blue T-shirt showing off his biceps with black jeans and a pair of sneakers. He had a pendant on his neck, and his fingers were filled with rings.

] Vance: [You think I won't? Obadiah: [Bring it on!]

“Killing me is not going to make her want you, but if you want me dead so bad, a knife this small wouldn't cut it.” Vance looked around, but mostly at my face and then Xavier's. He walked towards Xavier, completely closing the gap between them, “if I wanted you dead, I know exactly how,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He slowly dropped his eyes from Xavier's eyes to his bleeding arm and then at my face. I saw the look in his eyes–it wasn't guilt at all. It was rage and disgust and Vance confirmed it by walking out on us.