Hellsing Jan Valentine Novels & Stories

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

“Then what is he? Because he’s shirtless in your room, Val, and you’re blushing like you swallowed fire. Just a fling?” Wow… is that how hot I was? She blushed like she swallowed fire? How come I didn’t notice that? Well, women knew themselves more, it is only getting interesting. Valerie’s throat clicked as she swallowed, stammering. “He’s just… a… it’s complicated.” “Complicated.” Anna’s brow arched, skeptical. “Yes!” Valerie nearly shouted, her grip tightening on Anna’s wrist. “Like – an alliance. In revenge. That’s all. Just – just don’t go thinking…”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Juliana. Gunfire ripped through the restaurant, glass shattering around us. Alexander kept me pressed against the pillar, his body a solid shield against the chaos. Then the voice came, low, smooth... and cruel. "Valente... looks like you've got something I want." My breath caught in my throat. Alexander went still. His fingers dug harder into my waist, his whole body tense. A man who looked like he was in mid-fifties stepped out of the shadows, smirking beneath the low light.

The Final Handshake A shadow fell over us. I tensed, my hand reaching for the jagged piece of quartz I’d kept as a weapon, but it wasn't a soldier. It was Caspian Vane. He looked smaller, his "Strike-Willow" uniform dusty and torn. He sat down a few feet away, staring at the valley below. "The council has disbanded," Caspian said quietly. "Helle has gone to Geneva to turn herself in. The 'Citadel' is now just a cave with expensive lighting."

Val turns her attention back to Hazel after she shrugs her shoulder at my question. "Keep going?" She caresses Hazel's thighs. "Please, keep going." To my surprise, Hazel brings her body up to Val's with confidence and kisses her passionately. Hazel is a virgin; I know this because I would smell another man's claim on her. It shouldn't matter, but it feels more special when a man knows his woman is untouched by another male. We do our best to make her feel at home, so it makes me proud to see her this comfortable so soon.

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.

She was able to see the line of separation drawn by him but then also she kept urging him to stay put. She really loved him. So does Ryley. He just did not have the idea that his mate will intrude through his walls and turn é everything against him! Valen was never supposed to be taken as a mate. But surprisingly, her presence made him weak. It was difficult but not impossible. Ryley was aware of Hazel's behaviour. He can see the dejection in her eyes. And no matter how delicate she looked her wolf was very dangerous. "Are you angry on me?" She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She can smell the uncertainty, unfortunately.

“Miss Valentina.” I stopped writing. Hearing her name right now sent a flash of memory through me—Valentina screaming as I broke every finger on her right hand, one by one, while she begged for mercy. The way she had cried and promised she’d do anything to redeem herself. Pure, unfiltered rage because of what her actions had done to Janice. I exhaled slowly. “Let her in.”