Romans & histoires Ace Valentine

TARA Valentine marched forward with his long stride in his dark blue suit that cost thousands of Serevian Euros. His short blond hair was too clean for his unruly behavior. “I heard the rebellious daughter of yours is back!” My brother Valentine’s blue eyes locked with mine. He threw his hands in the air dramatically. “There you are. The prodigal daughter is back!” I rose to my feet. My anger boiled in my veins in an instant, so hot and volatile I could burst into flames.

Valentine exclaimed as she threw herself onto the soft bed she had been sleeping on for days. "I have a lot going on. Don't tell me you don't want me to find Sophia. You know how important she is to me." Alejandro replied to her as he took off his shirt. He wasn't willing to argue with anyone, not even his woman, Valentine. "And there comes the accusation. I didn't say I didn't want her to be found. She's going to be my sister-in-law anyway." She replied and took out the big white shirt she had on, revealing her sexy lingerie. "Are you ready?" She asked him, knowing the major reason he always decided to come into that room was for intimacy with her.

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

I didn’t know how long I’d stood in the same spot staring at him like a dummy while watching him as he smokes his cigarettes, but same way I was sure he had taken in all of my features to his satisfaction, I had also done same until I’d shamelessly ran my eyes all over his body: His blue eyes could get you lost in it—his great physique and broad tattooed chest exposed under the three unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, and then, the sleeves of his shirt that were rolled up to his elbow bringing to sight the tattoos from his elbow down to his wrist had done nothing but to add to his undeniable beauty. He looked too good to bear the name, ‘Vincenzo Ace.’ His expression was blank and the onl

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"

“What do you want from me?” Evan crouched down in front of me and sighed. “I just want to have some fun with you like the old times. We can do all the things we never did,” he said as he ran his fingers down my cheek, leaving a cold trail with his touch. “It’s nothing you haven’t done with whatever his name is so this shouldn’t be new.” I felt my blood run cold. I shook my head as I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. No, it can’t be, no, no, no.

Daniel gathered the black plastic before following Gunnar to the next room that led to a fire escape. "I'll see you in a bit," Ace whispered, turning me and pressing a kiss to my forehead, letting his lips linger, "should have known that my girl didn't need saving. She doesn't need me to open a fucking car door for her so why would she need me to save her?" My laugh was breathy because it pained me to put any more effort into it, "It's the thought that counts." Ace crooned, "My little psycho. Always knew you had it in you."

“Alright, ladies. A toast.” We each picked up our tequila shots. I eye mine warily, the smell already biting my throat. I was not a tequila girl; I was more of a wine girl, but for the weak I had had, tequila was in order. “To Valentine's Day and the unexpected things it has brought us,” Rhea winked at me I scowled. “Very funny.” I glared. “To promotions. I just got promoted at work…” “Hello, ladies.” A familiar voice interrupted Evelyn.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…