Ac Valhalla Going Deeper Novels & Stories

Chapter 13— Technically Hawthorne Tech Headquarters – Tokyo Division — 7 a.m. Executive Boardroom – 27th Floor. The skyscraper rose like an obelisk against the Tokyo skyline, glass panels reflecting the pale morning light. Jaxon stepped into the lobby, already on a call with Nolan Reece, his COO back in New York whenever Gabriel was absent. "Cancel the acquisition with Valtrex Systems," Jaxon ordered, his tone clipped. "Their numbers are bloated, and the tech isn’t proprietary. I won’t pay for smoke and mirrors."

“Nothing much. Just thought I’d check in. You know, see if you’re still alive. Or if that husband of yours finally locked you in the basement.” “Viv,” I groaned, flopping onto my back. “Where are you? I can barely hear you?” “Nowhere new. Valhalla. You remember Valhalla, right?” Her voice dropped with sarcasm. “The club you abandoned the moment your lovely husband walked into your life? Ring any bell?” She giggled at her little joke. “Is he home?” I rolled my eyes, balancing on the heel of my foot. “No, he’s not here. He left for Seattle this morning.”

Zean continued to lead Valencia to a hidden hallway that had special access for members of The Devil to enter. "Where are we going, Zean?!" asked Valencia with a quizzical look. "This is a special passageway that gives access to the real headquarters. It's also where you live, sister Alexa." "Hm... I'll follow first, maybe there are fragments of my memories that can be awakened because of this." Valencia replied casually. Though her heart was quite nervous about what would happen in the future. After entering through the hallway with special access. Zean pulled Valencia into a special elevator as well. The elevator would only take them to the floor where the headquarters was located.

The deeper he went, the messier the edges got. The Trust Was Crumbling. But not with screams. With silence. With withheld questions. With hands that still reached for each other. — Later That Night… Alex drove home under the warm glow of the streetlights, lost in thought about Valco’s secret records and Ava. He hardly noticed how quiet the roads were or how the streetlights became less frequent as he ventured into the older parts of the city. He realised city maintenance didn't reach this far. Just as he began to focus on the drive again, he spotted something strange in the headlights.

With a gasp, I lower my hand to the forest floor, struggling to sit up amidst the chaos. Swirls of darkness twist and coil through the air, ensnaring the Algoths one by one until they are left writhing in agony, their shrill cries echoing through the night. Then, with a sudden rush of wind, Valen descends from above, his feet touching the forest floor with an air of commanding authority.

“Looks like you made a few of them, actually.” Valerie turned back toward the bar, noticing that the grungy man’s friends had joined him, most of them standing between her and the other two beers. She knew she would have to walk past them in order to reach the drinks and dreaded the experience. She sighed, a throbbing starting in her pussy. “Better go get my beer,” Holly said, giggling. “Don’t want to keep your new friends waiting.” “Yes, ma’am,” Valerie said, sighing. With a deep breath, she started toward the inevitable.

ALEXANDER Jasmine slips her hand into mine as we walked to the stairs. “Have you met Dante Alacatara?.” Who the fuck is Dante Alacatara? “No... Why do you ask?.” i questioned, while confusion is visibly showing on my face. “Alexander, stop acting like an old school. Don't tell me you haven't met Dante Alacatara of 'fall for fire' season two.” GREAT! i'm now having movie discussions when they're a million and one things to talk about. So, fucking, great!.

I dug my heels into the mattress and met every thrust, pushing up with my hips. “Fuck!” he shouted. “Goddammit!” I pushed harder, my hands digging into his ass and yanking his body deep inside mine. It was all very visceral and feral and completely wild. I had never been more excited in my life. When he finally erupted deep inside me, it was with a loud shout. I wasn’t sure who yelled louder. We were both arching and shouting until he collapsed beside me.

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He knelt down to Valen’s eye level, resting his heavy hands on the boy's shoulders. "Can you hear the voice again, Valen?" Caelum asked, his tone serious but remarkably gentle. "The one from the grey stone?" Valen closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head as if listening to a distant melody carried on a wind that didn't exist. "Not a voice, Father. Just a hum. Like someone sleeping. But they are tossing and turning... they are getting ready to wake up." He pointed a small, gloved finger directly toward a massive, jagged mountain of black ice towering in the distance. "They are under there."