Edgar Valden Novels & Stories

Uncle Scar broke the ice, holding a remote, and powered the projector hanging from the ceiling, revealing a picture of a very familiar Irish fart. "Caius 'The Eagle' Valero," he noted out flipping down the pictures he gathered. Pictures of Carlos and Caius leaving clubs and casinos together. My fist clenched. "He is 67 years old, widowed when his wife died in the car crash 8 years ago. He has two kids, Arturo Valero, 31 years old and Princess Valero who's only 7. Princess's mother is over of the maids in his base. He is one person who had been against Boss V as the chairman. We believe the stubborn mule is the real backer of the ring. The founder." he stopped momentarily, letting the words s

THE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SOCIALIST VALENCIA CARTER IS SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT SNAGGING WEALTHY MEN: ANOTHER NATIONAL HUSBAND HAS BEEN STOLEN VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO: THE NEW LOVE COUPLE? VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO ON A DATE: DUMPING MAVERICK VANDENBERG FOR CORBYN CIRILLO? When Valencia tapped on the social media app, ridiculous headlines like these were the ones that graced her view and led the top 10 of the global trending searches.

His sharp eyes scanned the screen, tracking newly detected coordinate points by Martin. Martin stood behind him, hesitating. “Are you sure you want to open that route? This is Jonathan’s territory and the Vallenstein family. If they find out—” “I don’t care,” Edgar interrupted coldly. “We have to find him.” He clenched his fists. “I will take back what should belong to me, and I do not care about Kingston’s threats. I will make sure they pay.” Martin looked at his boss with concern but said nothing. Meanwhile, in the shadows of the buildings, Dima stood by a luxury car, watching from afar. His eyes narrowed.

For now, I just needed to feel the sun and pretend I was okay. That's when Eduardo appeared, stepping down the path toward me. He moved easy, like he owned the place—which he kind of did. He sat down near me on the pool edge without saying anything at first. He just watched me for a long moment, his eyes steady. I opened my mouth to ask what he wanted, but before I could get a word out, an older man approached from behind him. The man was tall and straight-backed, with gray hair and a suit that looked expensive. Eduardo stood up and introduced him. "Valeria, this is my father, Señor Alvarez Domingos."

“Beta.” I turned to see one of Valeria’s warriors, a tall man with a cold, assessing gaze, standing just a few feet away. He was older, seasoned, and from the look on his face, not particularly thrilled to be addressing me. His name was Alder, and I’d heard enough whispers to know he didn’t trust me. Not in the slightest. “Yes?” I kept my voice steady, calm. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing any of the unease twisting in my gut.

Cynthia's high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts. "But ma'am, she's on the list." He said the confusion in his brows was still evident. The list? I arched my brows a notch. It can't be! "You must be joking!" Cynthia continued to bicker. Valeria cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else. My name is Valentina Wilson from the Red Moon Pack, and I am also one of the shareholders. It's nice to make your acquaintance." She said it calmly and extended a hand for a handshake, but Cynthia didn't receive it.

I closed the gap between me and my mate, bracing my chest to his torso and running light fingers up his biceps. Valen took a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to calm himself under my touch. The twins relaxed as well, but watched us, warily. “Come with me.” Valen held my hand, pulling me away. “Wait,” I stalled, countering his tug, and we both stopped. “Eddison hasn't reported to me yet.” “Then what the fuck was he doing so long and with his hands on you?” Valen retorted, bringing up his left right hand into a frustrated fist. One that he would throw at him if I did not deescalate the situation.

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.

He takes a step to the side, twisting his body back towards the vehicle, and extends his hand to me. “Don Valentino, you look dashing tonight. Did you bring a date?” “Don Valentino, is it true that you're seeing Ivy Bishop? The sister of your late sister-in-law?” “Don Valentino, marry me! I LOVE YOU!!!” “OMG!! Don Valentino is here and he looks hot as fuck. Did he bring a date? I bet she's a blonde bimbo with fake tits and fake lips!!” People endlessly call out to him and I had no idea he was so well-known in the media industry, and this discovery has left me feeling completely overwhelmed.

"We never meant to upset you. We planned everything assuming we'd still have Salina as our model." Valentina nodded. "I know. I just..." She gave an embarrassed little laugh. "I'm hopeless at things like this." Matteo studied us both quietly. Then a slow smile spread across his face. He looked from me...to Valentina...and back again. "Ethan." I looked up. "You are a really good-looking bloke, about 6.2…???” he eyed me up and down. “Has anyone ever told you that you could model?"