Novel & Cerita Ace Valentine

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

We wanted to invite you to Mariana's wedding which is coming up in two weeks", Charles said. Mariana has been dating Valentino...as in Valentino Preston, the richest and the youngest CEO in Washington Dc and they've been dating for three years and finally decided to seal it next two weeks. Valerie burst into laughter when she heard that. Was that why she was called? They want her to attend Mariana's wedding. "What's funny", Mariana asked with a frown. "It's nothing", Valerie said and continued laughing. Everyone looked at her, especially Avery and Mariana, they felt like strangling her. Valerie calmed down and smiled "I'll be there...I'll take my leave if that's all...I'm a busy person", Val

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

The call came through again, but I hesitated for a while before looking over the screen to see that my caller is no other person than my best friend, Nelly. "Hello, princess!". I heard her usual high-pitched melodious voice, that would have brought a smile on my face if not for the current situation. I manage to control my laboured breaths. "Hello, amor!' I replied with a fake Italian accent. We both giggled at my poor attempt. Mine, a little bit forceful "How's our famous model doing?". "I am doing well, heading over there to sign the contract". I beamed when I saw a busy road ahead, not too far from where I was driving.

he consoled her and tried to remember about any civil war in the continent he could remember to know how it ends but to his memory he can't remember any. Angelica asked, "Tell me your name and age too. Otherwise it won't be fair" she argued, making herself sound much more confident than she really was. Valentine chuckled at how brave she was even after going through all this, he thought maybe she had been through something like this before too or was prepared for such situations from before. "My name is Valentine Crimson and I am 22-year-old", he replied to her question. Now that things were a little calm, he looked at her closely before he was embarrassed because of being naked. She had hon

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

The tension between Eliseo and Althea, who hadn’t seen each other in years, filled the room with uncomfortable silence. Valentine soon entered from the kitchen, limping slightly as she favored the leg she had injured earlier that afternoon when she fell into the flower bed. Plastering on a warm, artificial smile, she greeted Althea. "Althea, you’re back! Please, have a seat. I just asked the housekeeper to prepare dinner—fried fish, your favorite!" In front of Eliseo, Valentine continued playing the role of the devoted, loving stepmother. Sadly, no amount of performance could hide what she truly was—a malicious schemer beneath the surface.

“Men choose distractions all the time. Power chooses differently.” Valentina laughed bitterly. “He said the wedding would never happen.” “And yet,” Alicia replied smoothly, “you’re here. Exactly where you should be.” Valentina’s breath hitched. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” Alicia said, setting her glass down, “that the D’Angelos no longer deserve your patience.” Something dark flickered in Valentina’s eyes. “Good,” she said quietly. “Because I don’t intend to forgive him.” Alicia smiled then, not as a mother, but as a strategist.