Vince Champ Novels & Stories

He started laughing quietly. "So that's how you fight, huh?" A somewhat familiar voice said in my ear. I looked up at the towering figure. It was Damien. "Damn, Vince really knows how to pick em," Damien said, glancing appreciatively at me and my outfit. I blushed as always. Damn, why was he so similar to Vince? He was also attractive, with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

He took another drag of his cigarette, then added, “It’s good to see Tyrone finally settled down, though. Not after what happened with his first love.” My heart skipped a beat at his words. “You know my husband?” I asked, the surprise evident in my voice. “Are you… perhaps his best friend?” The idea was almost comforting—the thought of Tyrone having someone close, someone who could bridge the gap of unfamiliarity in this foreign place. He smirked, shaking his head. “Best friend? No, I wouldn’t call it that.” Straightening his posture, he extended a hand toward me. “I’m Vince Del Valle, alpha of the Creet Pack.”

Shane laughed. Yep, actually laughed. He sounded absolutely unhinged. “I don’t know who you think you are, but a coward who won’t even show his real face has no business being here,” Shane growled. What’s that supposed to mean? Before I could ask, Chance lunged, and I cried out. His fist came crashing down on Shane’s jaw, but he didn’t stumble backward. And he didn’t dodge. Why didn’t he? He just returned his punch with a blow of his own. He swung his arm, his fist slammed into Chance’s chest. Hurt, he stumbled back, but recovered quickly. Chance dropped low and darted forward, his claws extended as he swiped. Shane took it yet again without trying to get out of the way. His arm lashed out a

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Michael asked me still shocked. "I am your brother, I know everything about you, Lincoln," I replied and his anger was slowly replaced with anxiety. I couldn’t help but feel pity for my brother when I saw the pain in his eyes. This is why I don't want to answer his question as to why I hide the truth about our parent's death from him. During Lincoln's last year in the University, after he's done being the football team's waterboy and decided to go back to the locker room, he witnessed the captain of the football team sexually harassing the front girl of their cheerleading squad inside the private locker room for the football team. Lincoln interrupt them and save the girl but the captain wasn

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

With a hand on his back, he said, “Eugene, it was thanks to your family that I could have this breakthrough. So, don’t worry. I’ll do three things for your family." Eugene’s face lit up, and he immediately said, “Witherspoon, to be honest, my family is currently facing some trouble.” He then told Witherspoon how Vince was injured and how Chevy got defeated. After hearing that, Ernest glanced at Chevy in surprise. “Is he really that powerful?” “Yes, he defeated me with just one move,” Chevy admitted, his face turning red. Ernest narrowed his eyes and murmured, “It seems that kid is indeed a meridian-opening master.

I recognize him instantly, a cruel smirk spreading across my lips. He’s Harold Vance—the Chief Editor of The Vanguard, the city’s most ruthless high-profile blog. A man who buys and sells secrets for a living. He doesn't care whose life he damages with his words. And I was here for him specifically. I only used coming out here as an excuse to catch Vance in this very moment with his lover. “Zayn Hemsworth!” Vance calls out, his voice booming and full of unwanted glee. He’s trying so hard to conceal the terror running through his veins like acid, but he can't hide it for too long. He steps out of the car, smoothing his tailored suit. He doesn't even turn back to glance at Barbara, who is curr

“He also has good relations with the Hamilton family. He was the one who saved Fabian Hamilton’s life before. “He didn’t even care when he went up against the Maiden, Teal Leithold herself! You should really be careful in front of him! “Don’t try to go against him. You’re probably no match for him.” Vince bitterly tried to convince Jason.

"Say goodbye to your dad." Bonnie's dad starts screaming and shouting but I drown out the noise and keep my attention on the bastard in front of me. I can't torture him as I would like. The Elders don't agree with that kind of violence but I can still make him suffer before he dies. I land several more punches to his body feeling fucking happy when I hear several bones break beneath my hands. He tries to hold in his wimpers but he fails and their music to my ears.