Angel Dust X Valentino Lemon Novels & Stories

That's a stiff and weird smile. “ Wait you look awfully familiar?? ” Carmel said as she took quite fast strides towards me. How the hell did she cover that distance with those small legs??? “ Yes, I've seen those eyes before, devoid of empathy and emotions ” she whispered as she got way to close I could smell her perfume. It has a fruity and more of nature smell and somehow it got to head. “ That's Damien ” Mason said as he stared at me. “ Who the fuck is Damien?? ” Carmel said as she turned back and gave him am absent stare.

But her eyes were wrong. She looked half-Japanese. “Too still. She didn’t blink when she saw the blood.” Valentino noticed it too. His gaze slid down her legs, slowly. Calculated. “Don’t,” I muttered. He smirked. “Didn’t say anything.” I dragged him out by the arm. “I know that look.” “You know nothing.” Don’t flirt. Valentino glanced back. “Fine. I’ll keep it in my pants.” I snorted. “That’ll be the fucking miracle.”

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?”

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.

Alice was a bit surprised to see the sender's name "From Valentino". She wasn't expecting this but she kinda knew it was going to be for something anyways. Alice opened the box and unwrapped the surface of the stuff to get a better view of what was inside. Finally, she got to the point where you could see what was inside, and surprisingly it was a lemon strapless dress with some matching jewelry. She couldn't believe that Valentino sent her the dress, so she stood to her feet and dragged the dress ripped out of the box only to see that it was a short dress which made it look sexier and more like her style.

I think this is the first time I see him like this. "Okay, I'll do it," I say, just out of spite. Just to piss Damon off even more, “Do I have to be fully nude?" "Yes, but it will be tasteful, darling, you have my word," Valerio says, eyes almost sparkling as he looks me up and down. He grabs my hand and pulls me up, then he spins me around, "Lovely, absolutely perfect for the brand. I want your hair down covering your breasts and those dead eyes looking straight at the camera."

Across from him, in his stupid orange dodge, Mason honked his horn twice. Asher looked up and found the bastard smirking at him. He narrowed his eyes at him and looked away just in time to see the Umpire arrive. She was like a walking wet dream in latex. Valentina. That was what everyone called her but no one knew if it was her real name or not, but it fit her. She strutted out onto the racetrack, hips swinging hypnotically in her skimpy leather-two piece, long jet-black hair whipping in the wind. Her thong cut high, leaving nothing to the imagination, and she wore knee-high boots as well.

Then he looked at me again—really looked. “I understand perfectly,” he murmured. “I will simply keep a little Hermes bag from the card in your name.” I nodded once understanding that he will take that as a bribe. He raised his voice. “Keep working, everyone! Slides! I need to show this sweetheart some of our exclusives for Dante.” The guards stepped forward instinctively. Valentino gave them a cool, dismissive side-eye. “It is just another showroom. And she will be naked. I doubt Dante wants you gentlemen to see her naked.”

A few minutes passed as I continued tosquirm around, whilst also studying the current restraintsI was in. Hearing Alex walk back into the room, I forced my head up to look at him. In one hand, he held a glass of ice. In the other, a burning candle. “Fuck!” An amusing smirk played across his face as he brought the candle to his nose. Getting a whiff of the familiar scent, I soon realized that it was reminiscent of Alex's cologne. Amber, musk, leather, and traces of citrus-the sensual aroma lingered throughout the room.