Edgar Valden Novels & Stories

The photograph felt like a live wire in my hands. Lanc, so young, his face unlined by the bitterness and obsession that would later consume him. And her. Valeria Sable. Not a historian, but a ghost from his past, with a laugh that seemed to mock the tragedy that followed. V.S. The initials were a brand, searing a new, unknown chapter into a story I thought was complete.

he says. I fold my arms. “You do realize both Marius and my father will send their armies north to find me? They’ll ride day and night to capture my kidnapper. It won’t end well for you if they do.” It won’t end well for me, either. “People really don’t talk to me that way.” “Yes, you said.” “They call this place Glen Marb—the Valley of Death,” says the alpha. “It was a battleground centuries go. They say the souls of the Wolves who died here haunt the valley, seeking vengeance. If you listen carefully, you can hear them howling.”

“Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?” Evan choked on his beer. “What the fuck?” “Is this Devin, the one from Mávros enterprises?” Kandra looked behind the camera and another message popped on the screen from ‘@MiraClassics: yes. That hot bachelor.’ “Were you? I mean, that guy is one of the most sought out bachelors in New York if not in the entire world.”

“The famous company V8 entertainment’s director, Mr. Heather Valdine’s daughter Ms. Vanessa Valdine escaped from her engagement.” As I continued my aimless walk, my steps abruptly faltered upon hearing the voice of a journalist emanating from the television. “She was spotted with a man who helped her escape...” I saw a man with his hands in Vanessa’s, it was obvious that the guy was Kai, and the attire was too identical to be forged. “From last night’s engagement, we spotted an identical attire, who helped Vanessa? Was it Gravity’s CEO Mr. Kai Eldorado?” She muttered, displaying Kai’s photo from last night, with a huge question mark on the screen.

Valeria said and she inhaled deeply, finally letting it out her chest. "Noah?" Shane asked. She couldn't actually recall who he was. She thought for a while and her eyes suddenly widened. "You mean Ergon's older brother? He's the CEO of NM investment limited?" Shane half yelled. "Did he hurt you? Or did he say any hurtful words to you?" Shane asked again and she got no response from Valeria. "I'm gonna kill that bastard!" Shane spats. She made to stand up but Valeria held her back. "He didn't do anything to me. In fact, he was willing to give me the job, but I rejected it," Valeria said, and Shane heaved a sigh of relief.

"I assume this is about Serenity, correct?" "Yes, Mrs. Bartz," Alden said, his voice steady. "I know we started off on the wrong foot. I’ve heard about you, but I don’t believe we’ve ever formally met. My name is Alden Pietrovich Palmer. And, yes, I’m sure you already know whose son I am." Valerie’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she said nothing. "I’m currently 23 years old—almost 24. I’m divorced, and I have a son who’s almost six years old. As you probably know, he’s good friends with your son. I share custody with my ex-wife, who lives in Spain.

Asher made an excuse, and it made Valencia feel bad. "Hmph! Reason!" Valencia replied sarcastically. "Valencia Addison. Although you use the Addison surname, I know you are not one of the members of that Family, and I understand your desire to find your true identity. I will help you with that." Vallen's heart stopped beating for a moment. He then looked at Asher with a sharp gaze. 'Asher knows everything? I knew he wasn't an ordinary person.'

"I have the information you requested." Margaret sat up in bed eagerly. "What did you find?" Thomas opened the folder. "Elena Valdris, age thirty, born March 15th. She grew up at Silvermere Orphanage here in Vaelthorne City." Margaret's heart stopped. "She's an orphan?" "Yes. No records of her parents. She was brought to the orphanage as a newborn." Margaret felt her hands shaking. "What else?" "She worked at a diner for two years after aging out of the orphanage," Thomas continued. "Then she married Jack Kaelthorn, heir to the Kaelthorn shipping fortune."

“I love you, Collie-flower.” “I love you, Corn-cob.” She grinned and teased. He chuckled at their childhood nicknames. Colleen smiled triumphantly as Cornell headed out to where the valets had parked the cars; his valet was waiting especially for him. * * * Edgar had been dodging Heather for the last hour, especially after Heith had commented that the cake looked like a rip-off from one of Milli’s designs but tasted like cardboard. It irked Edgar that his cousin knew more about his wife... ex-wife than he did. He was drunk, angry, and he was going home. Most of all, he was tired of the constant bickering with Heith; the little digs like barbs reminded Edgar of the time he had been thrown fro

And now, I have Valen. I shifted uncomfortably, stealing another glance at the gate. "It’s complicated," I muttered. "Everything’s complicated with you," Edina teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But seriously, you should be careful with him. Adrian doesn’t seem like the type to let things go easily." I didn’t need the reminder.