Catherynne M Valente Books Novels & Stories

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

Ryan asked and was about to punch him on the floor which would have been detrimental for Alex, but Valentina stopped him and said "Let me handle this." "Are you sure?" Ryan asked "I want to do this." Valentina said Ryan nodded and stood while Valentina walked towards the groaning Alpha on the ground. "Alexander Hunter, you never cease to amaze me, I used to think you were wiser than them all but today you just proved me wrong. Why on earth would you think I would want to spend the rest of my life with someone who has a hand in the deaths of my family? Because I will have my revenge, one day, however long it takes." Valentina said

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

"And the personal ones. Both." She goes to make her breakfast. Jordi follows. Ethan looks at Valentina across the table. "She is going to be extraordinary," he says. "She already is," Valentina says. "The extraordinary she is at thirteen is preparatory." The birthday morning, the January city, the two books on the table. Fifty-four years old. Twenty-seven years of notebooks. More before that. All of it brought her here. She is glad. Every single day.

Valerio's hand continued its relentless assault on her most sensitive areas, his fingers skillfully stroking and teasing until I was writhing against him, my hips bucking in a desperate attempt to find release. "Do you want to come, Althea?" Valerio growled against my lips, his voice thick with lust and power. "Do you want me to let you finish?" "Yes!" I cried out, my nails digging into his skin as I felt the edge of ecstasy looming closer. Valerio's fingers delved deeper, brushing across my clit, arousing sharp moans from my parted lips. He circled the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking out to taste my essence. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my body convulsing in the throes of pl

I said "Why is it so hot?" She takes off her coat and her sweater , she's crazy! It's cold and she- wow. She's only wearing a white tank top inside , the hickeys from yesterday still there and her bra is visible. She's really wants to win and I'm on the edge of losing "Valentine it's cold" I said "I'm sweating.. here feel it" She take my hand and make me run my hand on her back , she's definitely a devil

“I hope my arrival will mend our broken family ties.” “Still in yesterday's clothes,” Zirelle noted suddenly, her sharp eyes narrowing as she scanned my rumpled dress. “Where exactly did you spend the night, Calithea?” Panic seeped deep into my bones, freezing the breath in my throat. “I… I—” “Prying into meaningless lives will only cause you distress, my love,” Valen interrupted smoothly. He reached out, his large, scarred hand gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Zirelle’s ear. “You shouldn't waste your breath on her.”

“You underestimate me, Roth. I own the courts in Madrid, the press in Barcelona, half the senators in Rome. One whisper from me and your empire crumbles under accusations of abduction, obsession, mental manipulation. What will the world believe? That their golden billionaire resurrected his dead lover from the grave? Or that he kidnapped a woman and brainwashed her into wearing the skin of his ghost?” Her words sliced through. Cassandra, standing behind Damien, bristled. “You’re vile. She’s her sister’s blood, Valentina—how dare you pretend otherwise?” Valentina ignored her, eyes locked on Damien. “You’re playing with fire, darling. And unlike you, I’ve never been afraid of being burned.” Da

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

There was a new king. And Catalina—Valentina—stood at the edge of the empire like a woman who’d been burned and asked for more. He still didn’t know who she was. He didn’t know she came here to end him. He didn’t know she carried a child that wasn’t part of the plan. And yet, she couldn’t stop shaking when he touched her. She couldn’t stop craving the man she came to ruin. Because power didn’t just corrupt—it seduced. And now, she was deep inside the devil’s bed...and deeper inside his kingdom than she ever meant to go.