Maxwell Laurent Del Valle Novels & Stories

Validator Tag: 0933-V-Alt/Node. Her breath caught. It matched a backup key given to Valerie, a trusted validator strategist. A woman Camellia once mentored. She slammed the terminal.

The photograph felt like a live wire in my hands. Lanc, so young, his face unlined by the bitterness and obsession that would later consume him. And her. Valeria Sable. Not a historian, but a ghost from his past, with a laugh that seemed to mock the tragedy that followed. V.S. The initials were a brand, searing a new, unknown chapter into a story I thought was complete.

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

Damon muttered “Well, last minute or not, I can’t come. “What? Why?” Valerian asked ‘The Mentally Retarded human ATM’ Maxwell replied him: “She doesn’t accept last minutes invitation. Valerian’s face fell for a second before he masked his feelings but this was not unnoticed by Chelsea Something flashed in her eyes for a second before she regained herself “So, I guess there’s no interview holding. Then, I better take my leave — Valerian cut her shut, “Leave where?

As soon as Maxwell stepped onto the school grounds, he spotted Avery and Natalie talking and giggling as they walked past him. A sad smile crossed his lips, and just as he was about to approach Avery, two slender arms snaked around his waist, and a weight settled on his back. A strong cologne wafted into his nostrils, and he recognized it immediately. "Babe, were you waiting for me?" Valarie cooed in a flirtatious tone, causing Maxwell to scrunch up his face in distaste. He removed her arms from around him and turned to face Valarie, who wore a smirk as she checked him out.

She firmly took my hand in hers and said, “Think about your mamma and Alessia.” I reassured her, “This is my last project, Val. I promise I’ll go home after this and settle there.” “Another project?” She slammed her hands on the table. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. I think I'll have to sue your boss.” “Please do,” Cole spoke, leaning into the table. “Val, um.” I coughed, glancing at the picture on my lap. “Can you get me some information on Elias Morello and,” I drew my face close to her ears, "David Vitale?"

“Ms. Green,” I looked up from my computer immediately after hearing Mr. Mávros’, my boss’ voice. He didn’t even wait for my response because before I could speak, “I need the Milan files at seven a.m. tomorrow.” Mr. Devin Carlo Mávros, also known as the Devil, has been my boss for three years, and as his P.A., I knew better than to make reasons with him, but not tonight. I have a date.

The Woman Who Spoke for the King Valeria When the men started to leave, I knew I couldn’t let it end like that. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, ignoring Elena’s glare. My hands were shaking, but I hid them under the table. “Please,” I said, my voice firm. “Give me one moment.” The man with the silver hair stopped and turned slowly. “And who are you to ask for that?” I straightened my shoulders. “My name is Valeria DeLuca,” I said clearly. “Dante Moretti sent me here to speak for him. I may not have his title, but I know what he stands for.”

He blinked a couple times and then sat in the single chair across from me. “Des, are you serious?” “Yes. The only lawyer I trust to handle this would be you. I am also stripping Helena of her title as Luna.” His eyes widened. “Fuck, you are serious.” Nodding, I leaned back and put my arm over the back of the sofa. Glenn brought up a notebook and clicked his pen. “So what…” “Two years into our marriage she found her mate. Her mate marked her. They have been having sex ever since then.” Glenn blinked up at me. “Des…”

They still didn't connect into something she could hold. "His name is Maxwell Valente," Gerald continued. "Michael's twin brother. Younger by four minutes. They looked identical.. same face, same build, same voice when they were younger." He stopped briefly. "Maxwell always wanted what Michael had. The family. The power. The name. He had been building toward something for years but none of us knew how far he was willing to go." Lorenzo was leaning forward now with his elbows on his knees and his eyes fixed on Gerald with the focused intensity of someone who was listening with their whole body.