Angel Dust X Valentino Lemon Novels & Stories

“Ice cream fixes that much?” “You have no idea,” I said, already walking toward the stall. “You want some?” “I’ll pass.” “You’re impossible.” I ordered two anyway, pistachio and lemon. When the vendor handed them over, I shoved one into Azrael’s hand. “Here. Try living a little.” He looked at it like it might explode. “This is bright green.” “It’s pistachio.” “Still looks suspicious.” I took a bite of mine and hummed exaggeratedly. “Mmm, wow. You’re missing out.”

“Martini. Dry. Lemon twist. Silver dust. You know.” Fingers trembled as the drink was placed. Valentine noticed. Smiled. Small. Lethal. She lifted the glass. Lips brushed crystal. Throat worked slow. One drop escaped the corner of her mouth. She caught it with the tip of her tongue. The room felt the motion like a hand on bare skin. She set the glass down. Let her gaze sweep the space. Businessmen in corners lowered voices. Influencers recalculated angles. Everyone knew her reach. No one assumed her favor came cheap.

No wonder they came up with something new every single day. This neighborhood, I realized, was Valen's infamous red-light district—a cesspool of society's dregs. Good-for-nothings who spent their days drifting from one sleazy joint to another. Whenever they ran out of money, they'd shoot another video. But by the time the truth dawned on me, it was already far too late. Ryuzo and his men used me for three full months. They tried every method they knew, every position, every depraved act—all of it on my body.

“Well, you don’t look you best tonight, but hey, I guess we can’t please everyone.” “Someone is mad.” “So, what’s this party all about?” “You’ll find out soon enough.” He went back to pressing his phone, leaving me to look out the window since I had been stupid enough to drop my phone in my car earlier today. After what seemed like hours of driving, the car came to a halt. “We’re here.” Valentino picked up a box from the floor of the car, next to his feet. He opened the box to reveal a black, diamond-studded choker.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"we have brought something for you." "What?" Angel asked, excitement quite visible in her eyes. Damien brought the bouquet ahead and gave it to her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the bouquet. She inhaled deeply and her senses danced with joy as she could smell her favourite scent. As her eyes opened, they caught sight of the brown wrapper, and her excitement doubled. "How did you know that I was craving chocolates?" She asked. "Because we love you," Aiden and Damien said at the same time.

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

Xanthis said, running a hand through his hair. Few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Valentino with a pretty red head latched to his side. Dre noticed that he looked different from the last time he'd seen him. He looked really pale, not in a healthy way. He had dark bags under his eyes and his previously shorter hair was now as long as Dre's. He looked very nervous, Dre could tell by the way his gaze kept flicking from him to Xanthis. Both men stared at each other, silently. Really, Dre didn't know what to say and clearly Val was speechless too. The red haired lady beside him nudged him in the rib.

Xavier didn't know what to say. He was speechless and couldn't find any word to express what he was feeling. He was dumbfounded seeing a smiling Valentina in front of him. She was wearing a beautiful peach color knee length dress with long sleeves and a high neck. Her waist length hair was open and went over her shoulder in a wavy way. Few of her hair strands fell on her face that made Xavier crave to put them behind her ear.