Ali Vali Author Novels & Stories

asked Helena. She didn't want other things to come uninvited. While she was in a daydream, someone came up to her and sat down with a dull, bent face as if he had finished crying. Helena raised her eyebrows, then tried to fix her position. "I'm Valir, the younger cousin of Vale." The man stretched out his hand and Helena shook it. "Helena, friend of Vale." Helena felt awkward between them, Helena had never seen Valir before, so she couldn't give him condolences either, Helena wasn't the type to get along with new people easily.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

She wore a graphite bodysuit, her long white-blonde hair falling down her back. Julian instinctively stepped in front of Alma. Valeria tilted her head. “You’re protecting her. Cute. Daddy said you would.” Alma stepped forward. “Why are you working with him?” Valeria smiled. “Because he gave me something you never had.” Alma narrowed her eyes. “Which is?” “A purpose. A kingdom.” Julian raised his gun. “Where is he?” Valeria didn’t flinch. “You’ll never reach him in time. But I’ll make you a deal.”

I had to find out what it was. I pushed the papers aside, rubbing my temples. Aiden wasn’t the only one I was suspicious of. Malachai. The Alpha who had orchestrated Valeria’s deal with the rogues, though his motivations were still murky. The war Valeria had declared—it felt like it played right into his hands. He had wanted the rogues out of the way, but why? Why would an Alpha of his stature care about a few rogue uprisings? Unless they were standing in his way for something bigger.

he proudly said and winked. Valin, one of the strongest warriors their tribe produced, was a half noble from the clan of Struss. Although he had a slender built, he still looked athletic. His ability to shapeshift as a falcon was incredible. He was appointed as the Captain of the Aerial Navigator Squad and a diplomat who maintained good relations with Axum. Ladies from a distinct race swooned on him, mainly because of his extraordinary intelligence. “Congratulations, Commander!” a sweet female voice came from behind, trying to gasp some air. She held fresh gerbera daisies and gave them to Alleki.

" That is not healthy so I thought we could share mine." Valeria picked up a tissue from the box at her right to dab off the crumbs off her lips. " Thank you but I think I will pass " In truth, Valeria was not interested in making friends at the company. She only had a limited time to carry out her task before she could leave plus after everything she went through in City B in general did not water the idea of trusting anyone, she now knew that books should never be judged by their cover.

“Then let’s wait for Master David to finish his work before we talk to him.” “Okay! I’ll talk to Master David later.” “Alba, what do you think of Master David?” Valerio asked suddenly. “Huh? What do you mean?” Alba’s brain could not register what Valerio said for a moment. “How do you feel about Master David?” “He’s amazing, of course. Not only is he young, powerful, and unassuming, but he’s also kind to others. Plus, he’s a man of his word. He’s a man with only merits,” Alba replied honestly.