Edgar Valden Novels & Stories

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.

He answered, and I let out a sigh of relief. "But you will have to go there someday. You're the Donna." "I know." I knew. "I'll go with when you go. Its just scary." "I understand. Take your time, tesoro." I looked down at my feet. "What was his name?" "Whose?" "The man...you shot." Mariano pursed his lips. "Lenny." "Did he have a family? A partner? Kids?" Mariano shook his head. "No."

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

“She’s not here either, Alpha. I believe she went out earlier.” “What about Valentine?” I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. “Is he here?” “Master Valentine left not long before you arrived,” Edgar said. “He has an important meeting to attend to .” Damn it. I took a moment to collect myself, letting out a deep breath. “Thank you, Edgar,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I apologize for barging in like this.” Edgar shook his head quickly. “No need for apologies, Alpha. I understand. If there’s anything more I can do…”

Before anyone could break the silence, the screen transitioned to another video feed. A silver-haired man appeared on the screen. Despite his age, his gaze was remarkably sharp, clear, and bright. "Hey everyone, I'm Pedro Valencia," he began, flashing an easygoing smile. "Yeah, you've probably heard my name floating around, but honestly, I'm terrible at public speaking, and I usually hate doing these things. I'm making a huge exception for Aria today, though. Happy Birthday, Alpha Edgar! We've never met in person, but Aria told me you're a huge fan of my work. I really hope you enjoy the piece she brought you today—it's actually one of my personal favorites. Have a great time at your party,

Their resentment of Woody intensified. "What's wrong, Mr. Yale?" Javier, who was on the phone, had finally realized that something was wrong. He hurriedly hung up and rushed over to inquire about things. "I'm Javier, and my father's name is Manuel Dakota. He's one of your gold level members, and I also have a silver card." Eddie recognized Javier, and his expression turned sunny at once. He said very politely, "I see that it's you, Mr. Dakota. Are you with these people?"

Everly comments. “Yes it does. Shit look at this. It is a marriage certificate to Regina’s first husband.” Lance points out. David Trendle, I know that name. He was the son of a business partner of dads. He also went to school with us. I heard he had married after his first wife had disappeared. To this day, her family still hasn’t found or heard anything from her.

His handsomeness couldn’t be captured in a photo. “Wow, I lost again.” The man chuckled softly and extended his hand. “Valerio Ranallo. Just call me Val,” he said, introducing himself with a name Ed already knew. “Eduardo Rosas, but I think you already know that.” Ed knew exactly who he was, so the man must have known too. Otherwise, he wouldn't be following Ed. “You look like my father... Oh, he’s more handsome, but... the same.” He pointed to the scar on Ed's face.

As much as my brain tells me I should be afraid, something tells me he’s not dangerous. That he’s just flirty. Like Alex. He reminds me of a darker, older, werewolf version of Alex. I didn’t answer him, moving my phone up like I was trying to ignore him. Really I’m taking his picture to send to Logan. “Yet again. Not your business,” I stated. Aurelia: That’s him. I’ve been backing up to the forest just in case. Do I need to run? Logan: Colby Delaney. *eye roll emoji*

“I heard you the first time but I don't want you back into my life.” “I know, Eira. And you’ve just missed the opportunity of my last loyalty. Well_,” he shrugged. “Coming back into your life isn't the reason I'm saying sorry,” a mysterious smile played on his lips. “What do you mean, Cal…?” My voice came to a pause in my throat and my eyes widened. Weakness attacked my legs as my body froze in place at the sight of Vogar who came out behind Caleb and stood in front of me. “Hello, Mate. Nice meeting you again,” Vogar showed me a nasty smile with a little mockery hand wave.