Angel Dust And Valentino Novels & Stories

Matteo's agency is already down to the dust and the next thing is to reclaim the jewelry company and gift it to Valentina, the real owner. "Babe!” She fell on my body and without thinking, I pushed her hard to the floor before walking off into my already waiting car.

My rage at her betrayal fueled me—she’d learn what happened when you crossed Dante Moretti. Valeria walked in, with her eyes down, wearing a plain dress that hugged her curves. I stood, towering over her, letting my anger show. “You’re a filthy traitor,” I snapped, my voice cold and cutting. “You thought you could sneak around with Eduardo’s little toys, betray me?” Her eyes flashed with rage, but I didn’t let her speak. “Your vineyard, Valeria Vines—it’s yours again,” I said, watching her face twist in shock, her mouth dropping open.

DIEGO’S POV “VVIP Invitation to the grand of the Crest club Happening on the 17th…” I was about to toss the invitation card in the bin when I noticed a note written in red ink at the back. “You wouldn’t want to miss a show of a lifetime. Your whore, Valentina Sanchéz is now mine, she is the first thing I would take from you them I’m coming for the remaining things you own and then of course your beloved mafia outfit.” Desmond Sandals

I carry the helmet against my hip as I walk into the back of the diner. I look around and see her. Alessa Valentino-Petrov. “Well, well, Angel Moretti. It is so good to see you again. Please come, sit.” She says as she stands. Her mismatched eyes shining, watching me. One black with a sliver of blue around the enlarged pupil, the other green. Her long, dark hair was in a ponytail. She is wearing black leathers and high-heeled boots, with little silver chains on them. I walk towards her and look around the diner and see her girls all smiling at me as they lean lazily in their booths and I smile and wave at them. Lame Angel, real lame.

He watched her, his eyes dark with a mix of hunger and something that looked almost like a devotion. Her fingers traced down the line of his jawline slowly before sliding lower, circling and playing with his nipples until he let out a jagged breath. "You were a beast last night, Mr. Valentino. But let’s see how well you can handle the heat now that you’re sober.” Then she gripped his cock,slowly guiding him to her entrance. She teased him, hovering at the tip, and rubbing it off on her already dripping hole, watching his blue eyes darken until they were almost black.

I heard Ace's voice, followed by Santana's. "So" Santana trailed and I walked closer to the balcony until I saw Ace standing, facing the view that we got from the balcony, with a cigarette between his fingers. Damn, he looked hot with his messy hair and such a tight hugging white shirt. Snap out if it Angel! My mind screeched. My eyes then fell on Santana. We were like polar opposite. She had blond hair with black eyes and she always wore those slutty dresses which would make me wanna puke. She was leaning the wall, showing off her cleavage to a non interested Ace. "How come I never saw you?" she asked, batting her eyelash flirtatiously. I hid behind the long curtains and decided to eavesdro

"I always did." He continued to shower her with kisses, moving from her forehead to the top of her nose and then softly capturing her lips. "And I know that you also love me as much as I do." Indeed, she loved him as much as he did. She was ready to do anything for him but now that he had snatched away her happiness, she couldn't stop the feeling of resentment from developing in her heart. "You are my breath, my heartbeat, my lifeline, and the purpose and meaning of my life, Tesoro. Without Angel, Damien is nothing."

she whispered his name like a prayer and Viso got out of his reverie. Her touch was enough for Viso to break away from the flimsy layer of remorse crashing his heart as He crushed that layer under his foot when He felt her soft touch on his arm. Viso D'Angelo was no good man who would change for some fucking feelings and useless things like Love! He smiled as He shook his head at Isabel telling her not to worry and said the two words, Loud and clear which joined The Bonkers with his Innocent Angel with Cherry's lips forever.

“That little wretch has been trouble since the day that she arrived! You and that dead Luna of yours treating her like she’s something special! She always walked around with her nose higher up in the air than it should have been! And you know why?! It’s because of you! Enabling her! Making her believe that she was something that she wasn’t! So, yes, it disgusted me! I could see the dangers that it would cause to you! And this pack! So I decided to end it! End her! Before things escalated even more out of hand than they already were! Your weakness for her was beginning to show, Alastair! People were seeing it! And…and you…it…it was like.” “Cut the crap, Agnes.” Valene finally stepped forward

His eyes are pleading and he joins his hand together, muttering a ‘please. ‘I do,’ I whisper. ‘And do you, Dante Valentino—’ "I do." His voice is steady. He doesn't even wait for the priest to finish his words, the bastard. The officiant smiles. ‘You may kiss the bride.’ Dante steps closer. His hand slides to my waist. Before I can process it, his lips are on mine. The kiss is firm, claiming, and brief. When he pulls back, his eyes fixes on me, cold but with something hot and burning.