Husk X Valentino Novels & Stories

She shoulder bumps me, trying to change the mood of our conversation. “Yeah!” Nic pipes up, shoulder-bumping me as well. “Alessandro must be driving himself nuts, allowing his men to see you in your gown before he does.” She giggles, picks up her glass, and lifts it in the air. “To the future, Mrs Valentino and her four sexy henchmen.” She says out loud, drawing their attention. Selena pours me a glass of champagne and passes it to me as she picks up her glass from the table and raises hers in the air as well. “To Mrs Valentino and her four hot henchmen!”

"My system calculates that Val recognizes infinitely more data regarding your true baseline than your processor realizes, and instead of navigating a high-velocity flight path in the opposite direction, his hand secured this specific asset for your wolf. That behavioral output projects an immense volume of conceptual data, does it not?" Finn uncurled his massive palm, staring down at the structural contours of the miniature helicopter. His character might possess the diagnostic parameters of an absolute expert bastard, but his intellectual centers were sufficiently optimized to decode the profound weight of what the token represented. Valentina held a flawless comprehension of the genuine en

By the time he hugs Ariana, Vinnie and Valentina emerge from outside, smiling at each other. "Happy birthday you little weasel." Vinnie laughs and comes over to hug him. Matteo responds to the hug, happy to see his best friend, looking at Valentina over Vinnie's shoulder. She's smiling at them as she holds what looks like an Aperol Spritz in her hand. Vinnie lets go of him to make way for Valentina. She's wearing a dark leather skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse and Air Force 1s. His eyes drift to the drink in her hand.

she said, already striking a pose near the railing. He sighed but took her phone anyway. “You act like it’s your party, doll,” he muttered, snapping a few shots as she grinned. The flash caught the attention of nearby guests, and then, a familiar voice said behind them through the music. “Vito!” Valentino called out, his tone bright and casual as he approached with a woman on his arm. She was striking tall, poised, wrapped in a gold silk dress. “Let me introduce you to Saskia Venturi,” Valentino said, smiling like he was dropping a bomb he didn’t understand.

Valentino was lying on the rooftop of the packhouse in a long-sleeved white shirt and a white thong, drowning himself in one hundred percent alcohol. It has been two weeks since the incident and he was still not over what happened to him. “Valentino?” someone called out to him. Turning his head to the right, he said, “Fuck off, Grayson, what more do you want from me?” Grayson sat down beside Valentino. With a sheepish smile he said, “You should not be drinking such strong wine, you will die.”

Got it? These ungrateful people. The more I read the comments, the angrier I got. I’m furious. These people are nothing! They even dare to insult me! I’ll show them. I am Valentino’s real partner! I was so mad that I sent another tweet, saying angrily, “What are you dogs barking about? Let me tell you. Sasha will be gone soon. Valentino likes another woman. Who’s Sasha?” “Seems like you know everything. Maybe you haven’t even seen Valentino.”

The kind of voice that carried the scent of forests and fury. It was Hessa. My pulse quickened. I shouldn’t have lingered. I knew that. Eavesdropping on Valentina was suicide. But something in that voice, something about the way it curved around my name made me press my ear against the door before my conscience could stop me. “…she’s useful, I’ll give her that,” Hessa was saying, her tone laced with the arrogance of someone who’d never been told ‘no.’ “But she’s not loyal. You can’t tame what isn't born for you, Valentina.”

I raised my head to look at him. Lucas slid his hands around my waist, "Valentina just launched these shoes. It's not in the market yet tho…" "So how'd you manage to lay hands on it?" I asked, hoping I was able to conceal the shock I felt. He brushed a lint off his suit, "Like I said, with the right connection, just about anything is possible," Lucas took a step backward and rolled his sleeves to check the time. He ran a finger loosely through his hair, "Pumpkin we're ten minutes behind time,"

Sandra's pov. I picked up my phone to continue recording my trip on a live post I made on I*******m. I and my boyfriend, Xanvier decided to have a fresh start in the city of Milan, a place far away from Mexico- Our country. Xanvier had just gotten a new job at TK designer associate while I was offered a partnership deal with a fashion line as a model. "Hello, my beloved fans". I waved and smiled at the camera as I spun it around, making sure I capture the tall trees hanging over our car, the old, rusty mail boxes on the road side, and the dirt, and gravel road ahead.

At this point, I was fully willing to show up to the museum in Alex would've loved that. Reaching the last dress, I unhooked it from the hanger and held it up in front of me. It was a short slip-like dress, the color being a wine red. The neckline was a low v-neck and the back had fallen quite low with thin straps to hold the material up. Unlike the other ones, this one was simple. It was also the only one that I thought matched me the most. I just wasn't sure how it'd look on me. Taking off my clothes, I unzipped the