Novel & Cerita Angel Dust And Valentino

Carla Giannetti was down, but she was far from out. Back at Vega's Estate,The soft creaking of his footsteps on the hardwood floor jerked Arnulfo out of his reverie. He turned to see Valentine standing in the doorway, her hair tousled from sleep, and his oversized shirt draped over her frame. She rubbed her eyes, a sleepy but radiant smile forming as she caught sight of him. "Good morning,my love Valentine." she said, her voice warm and a little raspy. "Good morning, love," he said, his smile growing wider as he took in the sight of her. "Breakfast's almost ready. Coffee's already on the table."

When they separated, another one of Valentin's friends passed a cup of beer and a pink pill to Angela. Not a moment later, Angela no longer realizes what she is doing. She started sexy dancing on top of a long wooden table while stripping her clothes. Everyone cheered for her, especially Valentin, who stood right in front of her as she continues dancing. Valentin enjoys it so much that he started touching her legs and her private part in front of everyone.

she beamed. Valentino glanced at her. His glance seemed too deep. “Don’t you think he’s involved in this matter?” Celestine wrinkled her nose as she got startled to his question. “What you mean?” Valentino sighed. He exhaled loudly and raised the notification letter. “I mean this!” he arched his two eyebrows. His voice sounded emphasized. Celestine raised her two eyebrows and wiped her nose. She stared at Valentino without any blinks. “You think that the mysterious generous person was King Dragon?”

Valentino immediately looked at Agusta who was grinning again. "Damn it, that means you're saying that we're lovers?" Valentino squealed. Agusta immediately ran first and went into his room to avoid Valentino who was raging.

Maya’s ghost still haunted this house, and it infuriated her. Cristiano lounged in the doorway of the dining room, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “You really think you’ve won, Valentina?” he murmured. “I don’t think,” Valentina replied without looking up from her planner. “I make sure.” “Cold,” Cristiano said, his voice smooth. “I like that.” “Careful,” she warned, her tone low. “The D’Angelos don’t forgive betrayal. And I’m one of them now.”

Untouched by the rot we’d left behind. This was supposed to be the break. No council meetings. No bloodied chambers. No elders begging. Just her laughter, her moans, her body between us under open skies. Valentino stepped out onto the terrace barefoot, shirt unbuttoned to the waist, white hair tousled by the wind. He struck a match against the stone railing—sharp crack, flare—and lit the cigarette between his lips. Took a drag. Then pulled it free and held it out to me.

Valentina who was walking and looking around was confused as to why Sophie who had brought her for a photoshoot wasn't coming in with her, the heels she was wearing were doing a number on her so she hopes to find a seat at the balcony so she rests her feet before the photo session begins. As she walks closer to the doorway, red roses were on the floor 'Are people getting married or something? Why all this roses? Hope I haven't lost my way, wouldn't want to disturb them.' Valentina thought as she heads for the balcony She walked and pushed the door open and found a man whose back was turned, the stature she knows too well. Ryan Walker her fated mate. "Ryan?" She spoke in the most angelic voic

Angela Valdez was a gorgeous 25 year old orphan a typical ordinary female who is notorious for her clumsiness, she had recently completed her college education on that day she met Jamie St Patrick,a bold and arrogant billionaire,However in an absurd circumstance. In Las Vegas the St Patrick brothers were known as rich mean billionairs they were obscenely wealthy and ruthless. They were ruthless and deadly. Angela stood on the pedestrian lane searching for a cab it was raining outside and she wnated to go home she saw a Lamborghini approaching her at high speed, she was able to escape being hit by the auto mobile but it splattered dirt water all over her body she was so irritated and enraged

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

Present – Moretti Estate Dante moved through the halls like a storm waiting for a target. He found Valentina at the poolside bar, legs crossed, martini in hand, acting like she still belonged to the world of luxury and power that had once bowed to her family name. “You always did like dramatic entrances,” she said without turning. “You’re still breathing,” he replied. “That’s mercy.” Valentina smiled over her shoulder. “You always were sentimental.” He stalked closer. “You came here uninvited. You spoke to her. You brought up Natalia.”