Lani Lynn Vale Novels & Stories

Lydia watched the news from a private suite across the city. **BILLIONAIRE HEIRESS STABBED AT GALA — VALE AT HER SIDE** She muted the television. “Dramatic,” she said calmly. A man stepped out of the shadows. “You promised she wouldn’t die.” Lydia turned, eyes cold. “She won’t. Not today.” “And Vale?” “He’ll suffer,” Lydia replied. “Which is the point.” The man frowned. “Why?” Lydia’s smile sharpened. “Because Aria Lane represents something unforgivable,” she said. “A woman who didn’t stay bought.”

The guests around us stared at us in amazement, and when she reached the last step, she put her hand in mine. I'm so proud of this moment. Now, everyone here knows that this beautiful lady is Black Valley Pack Luna -- Selena Taylor.

“A label that erased me. Now, I get to say my own.” I lifted my chin. “I am Lilah Hart Vale,” I said. “Hybrid. Once human, once cursed, once terrified. Now Luna. Mother. Mate. Teacher. Mediator. Friend. And nothing anyone can own but me.” A hush fell. Then someone—Freya, probably—started clapping. It spread. Pups howled. Adults whooped. Naomi yelled, “Name recognition!” and Cassian groaned and kissed her to shut her up.

Valerie was stunning! Valerie's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders in luscious waves, framing a face that could have graced the cover of any magazine. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth and intelligence, holding a depth that spoke of a life fully lived. Even in a simple blouse and jeans, Valerie exuded an effortless grace and beauty that left Riley feeling plain and unremarkable in comparison.

"Yeah. Clara Monroe. She’s in the back cabin this trip. They pulled her in last-minute to train a new crew." "I thought she only flew domestic." "Scheduling changes. You don’t know how this works." No. He never thought I knew how anything worked. He knew me as Lina Vale, the quiet flight attendant who came from nowhere. He didn’t know my real name could clear a restaurant with one whisper. He didn’t know my father, Lorenzo Valenti, had men in every port, judge’s office, and private terminal from New York to Sicily. He didn’t know because I had chosen him over all of it.

“It’s a gift. I’m just not sure whether you’ll like it.” “A gift?” Navia looked genuinely surprised. She hadn’t expected him to prepare anything for her. Leonel stepped out first, opened her door personally, then took her hand and led her toward the villa. The moment he rang the bell, loud barking echoed from inside. Footsteps approached quickly. And the second the doors opened— Navia finally understood. “You’re… Louis Vale?” Louis Vale was an internationally renowned fashion designer and the former founder of one of the country’s most influential fashion magazines.

The first time Lila Monroe met Damon Vale was at her boyfriend Ryan’s family barbecue two years ago. She had been dating Ryan for almost a year at that point. Everything felt perfect — until she stepped into the backyard and saw his older brother. Damon Vale, 34 at the time, was nothing like Ryan. Where Ryan was easy-going and boyish, Damon was intense, commanding, and dangerously masculine. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features, dark hair, and piercing gray eyes that locked onto her the moment she walked in.

"These days it's always Lyra this... Lyra that." Vivienne's spoon froze halfway to her mouth. "...What?" Valeria didn't notice. "He hardly spends time with anyone anymore. Every conversation somehow ends up being about Lyra." Vivienne slowly lowered the spoon back into her bowl. "...What did you just say her name was?" Valeria frowned. "Lyra." "Are you sure it’s… Lyra?" Vivienne stared at her in confusion. "Of course." Valeria looked confused. "She came here as a replacement Luna from Ashbourne."

Alex named him Kevin, her young vibrant beautiful boy. Valerie's beauty had grown and developed over the years. Her hair was a deep, rich brunette, falling in waves below her waist. Her eyes were a deep brown, flecked with gold, and her lips were full and rosy. She had high cheekbones and a delicate nose, giving her a timeless, classic beauty. But it was more than her physical features that made Valerie so stunning - it was the way she carried herself, with grace and poise, that indeed made her a sight to behold. Valerie had a heart of gold and she spread kindness everywhere she went.