Angel Dust And Valentino Novels & Stories

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

But I couldn't say that without looking petty. "Of course not," I lied. I walked off the dance floor. I found a corner where I could watch them. Diella said something that made Everett's face go hard. She touched his chest and laughed at something. They looked perfect together, like they belonged in each other's arms. "Champagne?" A waiter appeared with a tray. "Yes. Please." I drank it too fast. "She always does this." A man's voice beside me. I turned. Zyler stood there in a black tuxedo. He looked at Diella and Everett on the dance floor.

Matteo Valentino ~•~ "How would this work anyway?" Cassandra asked, stepping into the vehicle. She looked absolutely breathtaking with a red satin dress wrapped around her body and pearls hanging down her ears. She looked delectable. I took the present in her hand and placed it beside me before placing a kiss on the corner of her red-painted lips.

Valentino! He was still trying to catch his breath. Einille’s heart leaped for a while. Her anger subsides a bit upon witnessing Vale. He looked worried. What could be his problem that he came here in a hurry? “Good evening, everyone!” he smiled through his greeting. He made his usual mannerisms of putting his hands on the pocket, then confidently walked in. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Hero asked dangerously. Vale grinned and stood near Einille, “I’m Valentino,” he casually put her arms to her shoulder.

He was willing to share the cage of some lion rather than dying under the murderous look of his boss. “And how is that your business? May I know, Alberto- since when you decided to become frank with me? Never discuss such matters in other’s presence.” Valentine didn’t yell but warned stiffly and it was enough to inject ice in Alberto’s tongue. He didn’t open his mouth after that. Valentine looked out of the window admiring darkness of the endless sky. His body was here but the mind was wandering around the thoughts of certain someone who has managed to crawl under his skin. He was becoming impatient to see her silver eyes once again. “You know, if you expect an angel in your hell then first,

The silk fell to the floor in a heap of gray shadows. ​I stood there trembling in my black lace lingerie, feeling as if the secrets of the last nine years were written on my skin. ​Dante’s gaze swept over me, his expression shifting from rage to a burning, agonizing hunger. He stepped closer, his hand hovering over the curve of my waist. "Who is the boy, Elena?" he whispered, his voice breaking. ​Before I could answer, he turned toward the door. "Vincenzo!" ​The door opened an inch. "Yes, Don Valenti?"

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.

Stop pining over her like a f*cking teenager. “It’s her day off, she’s not here today.” Leo pipes up, taking a sip of his whiskey “What?” I turn to face him and sipped on my own glass of whiskey “Angel has her day offs on Thursday and Saturday so she’s not around today.” He downs his drink “I’m not looking for Angel.” I denied “Sure, and I’m actually Damon Salvatore.” He rolls his eyes “I’ve known you since we’re twelve, so I would know if you’re lying to me.” He scoffed “You like her, why not pursue her?”

When she mentioned her name to the receptionist, they instructed Mariko to go directly to his office. As Mariko knocked on the door first before he went inside the CEO's room, she noticed the man standing on the floor-to-ceiling window, facing the view of a skyscraper. He has this salt and pepper-colored hair. His hands were inside his pockets. Ethan notices her presence and turned around to face her. He frowned upon seeing a woman standing at the front door, wearing a black shirt and army pants, with her hair tied in a loose braid. "Mr. Reed, I am agent Angel, from the Moon Castle Agency. I am the person in-charge to protect your son, Marcus Reed." Ethan smiled. He walked toward his swivel

I said as I slowly approach him. "Not until you agree to come back to me." He cried. I could see Alessandro standing up and leaning against the motorcycle. He pulled out a gun from his waistband and I took it as an opportunity to distract Valentino. "Put the gun down, Val. Then I'll come to you." I told Valentino and I could see him contemplate my request. "I-I love you, Valentino," I whispered to him, making me want to pull my tongue out. Valentino let out a sigh of relief, putting down the gun. He dropped it on the floor and tried to run to me, but Alessandro took the opportunity to shoot him down. Valentino fell to the floor with a thud.