Novel & Cerita Angel Dust And Valentino

“ ……Not really . Where is Angelo ? “ said Antonio . “ He is with Alex . He said that he had a day off and decided to take Angelo to the amusement park he promised him . “ said Valeria . “ ….I am beyond grateful to you and Alex , Valeria . “ said Antonio with a smile . “ What are you saying ? We are your best buddies and Angelo’s godparents . It is our duty to care for him . “ said Valeria with a smile as she held Antonio’s hand . “ Now……can you tell me what happened ? “ asked Valeria . Antonio looked at her a bit hesitant and his cheeks blushed . “ I……Damian and I…..we…….we slept together . “ said Antonio with an embarrassed expression . Valeria opened her eyes wide in shock of what she hea

She was grateful she was graceful and elegant and looked even more alluring in her red dress. Asher swallowed his saliva heavily. His eyes are intense and reluctant to let go, making Valencia look uncomfortable. Valencia stepped right in front of Asher, who was still looking at her with a look that Valencia found disgusting, "Hey, Asher. Are we leaving now? And stop looking at me so lustfully. You pervert!"

Anyway, it's a week. Sleep comes back, and Angel lays his head on the pillow. His eyes are heavy, and he falls into a deep sleep. Steam emerges from Angel's nostrils and hangs over him for a few seconds, disappearing forever without a trace. Agnes's eyes, as white as ashes, returned to their normal color after she had seen everything. She sat and smiled. Her part was done. Dark caught a doe and sank his fangs into the animal's neck. He drank what he needed without killing the animal, which staggered away from him to recover. He wipes his mouth and sighs contentedly. Immediately, his head started to think of a way to help Klaus.

VALERIE I feel so dizzy. Anger and attraction mixed together in my head until I genuinely couldn’t tell one from the other anymore. “And I am not,” he continued quietly, eyes burning into mine, “giving you or Ethan the opportunity you both are obviously craving.” My pulse skipped violently. “What’s it to you?” I whispered before I could stop myself. His gaze dropped briefly to my mouth. “Try me Valerie.” The way he said it almost melted my spine. For one horrible second I actually wanted him to kiss me.

Valentina. She doesn’t belong in daylight. She belongs in shadows and smoke, but there she is in her velvet blouse and that smile...sharp as glass, aimed at me. She doesn’t walk toward the counter. She walks toward us. My heart pounds. Gianna stiffens beside me, protective in her quiet way. But Valentina is already sliding into the empty chair at our table, like she’s been invited. Like she belongs. “I thought you should see it from me,” she purrs, dropping her phone onto the table. The screen is already playing. The video. That video. Dante’s hand braced against the wall, her body pressed into his, his head bent low. Damning.

“LetRed me page three, lemme know what's been going on so far.” Georgia flipped to page three. “As you know Valentina married Lucas Caruso in November,” she said, matter-of-fact. “No public announcement before, and just private ceremony with no family invited. She moved into Bellavista Hills shortly after. Valentina is currently involved in a campaign for children’s healthcare as an ambassador of the Vescari foundation but she was put on a paid leave few weeks ago after a scandal Alecia was involved in. Aisha, the current sitting CEO on seat asked me personally if you would attend the upcoming screening event, she sent an official invite yesterday.”

I whimpered, shaking my head. He released a laugh that stirred a sense of chaos in my stomach. His fingers glided along the contour of my ass cheeks, outlining the strip of lace material. He clutched the sheer fabric and tore it apart, the ripping noise resonating in the heavy stillness. "Look at him," Dante ordered. I forced myself to maintain my gaze, concentrating on Elio's anguished expression. His chest heaved with strain, the tendons in his neck protruding as he struggled internally, unwilling to meet my gaze. Nonetheless, there was no way to get away.

“Nah. I’m too young to settle down.” I raise a brow. “Achilles. You’re almost a hundred years old.” He corrects me smoothly. “Over a hundred.” I stare at him. “And I’m the one in love?” He shrugs, completely unbothered. Just then, I hear the soft creak of a door opening. We both turn toward the sound. Valentine steps into the kitchen, his golden hair damp, curling slightly at the ends. He’s freshly showered, a loose shirt hanging off his frame, and his sharp golden eyes lock onto me immediately.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

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.