Alastor X Valentino Novels & Stories

Valentino looked at the card in his hand and said with a pout, “Okay, but I want to go for a walk on the beach later. I basically live in the mountains, you know.” Alaric nodded his head and caressed Valentino’s right cheek as he asked, “Even if it is in the early morning hours?” Valentino nodded his head, “Yes, but will he really make you work so late?” “Yeah, he gave me unnecessary work again,” Alaric answered, and kissed Valentino on the forehead. “I do not understand how you can work for someone when you have been around far longer than us,” Valentino said and hugged him. *

The way Valtor gazed at Valeria, his eyes filled with adoration and gratitude, was a far cry from the cold, distant Alpha they had grown accustomed to. After dinner, they strolled through the garden, Valtor proudly showing Valeria the beauty of their home, Karan's gaze lingered unto Valeria, his eyes clouding with a mix of longing and resignation. Valtor's instincts didn't miss the discreet glance, and with a delicate yet possessive gesture, he wrapped his arm around Valeria's waist, marking her as his own. The message was clear: she was off-limits, and any potential suitor should look elsewhere.

Vevina’s muffled scream came through from her face pushed into the mattress. Getting off the bed Alastor laughed and then with an impish smile he said, “Oh and if you don’t want me to touch other woman then be sure to tell me that you love me every day or else-” “Alastor I am going to fucking kill you!” she said, throwing a pillow at him. “No you wouldn't, you love me too much!”

He's more powerful than I am. I stay quiet. I don't speak, until I hear a familiar voice speak for me. "She doesn't want you." Valentina. Oh god, this isn't going to be good. Alan smirks and licks his lips hungrily, looking at Valentina up and down like she's some type of meal. Not on my watch. "You want me or what?" Alan smugs, and Valentina quickly shakes her head and gags dramatically at the words he says. Stacey from beside Alan, leaves without any context. Well.. thank god that snake left.

Her every fear that Sinister successfully lessened once again got increased at how painfully and cruelly he kissed her. He bit her lips eating them like a vicious beast. He tasted her blood but nothing was enough to cool his anger down. He was seething from the moment Chris told him about Valerie and Sinister kissing and how they were hugging each other. It burnt him. She never let him even hug her with her consent and here she was letting that piece of shit touch her like she’s his. She needs to know who owns her and this time he will not be that much lenient. Now she will see who Xavier Valentino really is.

The room blurred, but Talana stood her ground. Valentina had wanted her to unravel. To make a scene, but instead, Talana stepped closer to Massimo. Her fingers traced his jawline as her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “You’re mine.” His breath hitched, his hands clenched at his sides as he fought the growing fire of desire inside him. “You play a dangerous game, angel.” Talana smiled, turning her attention back to the banquet as if nothing had happened. Catching sight of Valentina, who was seething with anger, Talana gave her a dark, demanding, and deadly smirk.

The atmosphere was intimate but heavy, the kind of place meant for deals whispered over wine and perfectly seared steaks. Aldo leaned back in his chair, his sharp suit spotless, his expression unreadable. Across from him sat Leonardo Valentino, the head of the Valentino Syndicate, a man in his sixties with a thick head of silver hair and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Between them, a bottle of red wine sat untouched, though Mr. Valentino had poured himself a generous glass. “Aldo,” Valentino began, swirling the wine in his glass, “it’s been too long. I must say, it’s good to finally have you here in my city, breaking bread with me.”

Winters raised a hand and coughed–wait that was a laugh, right? Holy shit. …Holy shit. Even the way she laughed was so sexy–so unfair! Alastor laid his head against her's with a contented hum, his eyes half-lidded as they began to walk together, arm in arm. To anyone who'd ever see them right now, they would assume that they were a normal couple out for a midnight stroll... in the middle of nowhere. And it was nice. But noooo– Alastor groaned, “For real, why can't you just kidnap me like Hades did with your mom? You wouldn't have to give me apples just to stay, you know? I’d even ask for you to let me stay!”

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm

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.