Angel Dust And Valentino Novels & Stories

"Anytime. Stay safe." She watched him as the elevator doors closed, feeling a strange mixture of longing and hope. She didn't know what the future held for her and Valentino, but she knew that she wanted to see him again. And she would. “Fuck!” Valentino cursed immediately as the elevator closes, his hand reaching for his chest. It was beating violently inside his chest and he was having a hard time controlling himself. It was a good thing that he had to stay inside the elevator because his car was in the basement because he wasn’t sure if he could control his longing for her if they stay with each other longer.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

Valentino turned around to see her, expressionless but with rage injected into his veins, although he did not show it. "Lirio, honey," she approached her and hugged her to greet her. Layla rolled her eyes, and Athena scoffed, finally leaving the mansion with her friend, not giving it the slightest importance. After all, that Russian was going in search of her precious Italian tonight to worry about such insignificant things as her fiancé and his mistress. "Is something wrong? Where are they going?" Lirio asked when both had already disappeared through the door. Valentino separated from her when he noticed that the two witches were no longer there, poured himself a drink and sat on the sofa,

Valerie didn’t say a word, and Aurora frowned in confusion before my eyes met the D’Angelo’s. “One thing the two of us are going to be getting straight, Dante D’Angelo, and I do not intend to repeat myself twice about this.” I said, and the man raised an eyebrow. Dean, Arianna, Nicholas, and Eva stood close, and my eyes met the Russian’s who smirked, and I knew that it was because he appreciated the fact that I did not leave anyone to hurt Valerie. “And that is, Alessandro?” He asked, shaking his head.

Then, she leaned down to press a kiss to Val's forehead. Valentino was incredibly sore by the time he awoke the next morning. He could barely move. The door opened and Noelle walked in with an unfamiliar strawberry blonde haired lady. "Good morning" they both greeted. "Morning" he replied, grimacing at how rough his voice actually sounded. "I'm Ellise. Alexandre's fiancee" the unfamiliar lady said. Valentino wasn't surprised. She was beautiful and she looked perfect enough to be his brother's wife. "How are you feeling?" Noelle asked, brushing his hair away from his face.

Love. In this world, it was a curse. A weapon. And I wasn’t sure who was going to survive its strike. ALESSANDRO Later that night, I found Valentina alone in the bath, surrounded by rose petals like some tragic goddess. I didn’t ask permission. I stripped, stepped into the water, and pulled her into my lap. She didn’t fight me. But she didn’t melt, either. I whispered in her ear, “You want to hate me so badly, don’t you?”

She drew it out and laid it down, the sound of it against the wood louder than the din of the casino below. “There,” she said, her smile lacquered red and unbreakable. “Exactly what you asked for.” Dante didn’t reach for it. He didn’t even look at it. His eyes stayed fixed on her face, dark and steady, as if the ledger were nothing but decoration. “Tell me,” he said softly. “How?” Valentina tilted her head, letting a laugh curl from her throat. “Does it matter?” “It does.” Dante leaned back in his chair, one arm stretched lazily along the rest, but the weight of his attention was absolute. “Because most men Alvarez trusts don’t leave the Venezia Club alive. And yet you did. With his ledger.”

"Oh, stop playing these foolish, pathetic little games, Valerie! When Petra and I kicked you out of the house, I expected you to come crawling back on your knees within forty-eight hours! I expected you to beg for your position back at Vance Jewels! But who would have thought you’d be so utterly desperate that you’d throw yourself at Dominic Torres instead?" Valerie stared at him, her jaw tightening as shock gave way to pure, fiery indignation. "Excuse me?" "Don't play innocent with me!" Damian sneered, his tone dripping with bitter, arrogant delusion. "You snuck straight into Dominic Torres's bed just to get my attention! You set up that fake little studio under his name, using his resource

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

And then there was Valentina. She entered the balcony quietly, her bare feet brushing against the marble floor. She had been silent most of the day, her thoughts hidden behind dark eyes. She carried with her a glass of red wine, pressing it into Dante’s hand before standing beside him. For a long time, they said nothing, gazing out at the night. “You did it,” she finally whispered, her voice almost reverent. “Everything he had… it’s yours now.” Dante’s jaw tightened. He swirled the wine in his glass, staring at its crimson depths. “And yet, it doesn’t feel like mine. It feels like I’ve stolen something cursed.”