Me Vale Verga Novels & Stories

Ella knew she was in trouble the moment she stepped out of his five-star suite of a bedroom. She couldn’t believe she’d just had a screaming match with a Vergara . If he had asked her nicely, Ella would’ve done more than just pick out an outfit but no he had to go all Vergara on her as if she hadn’t had enough of their arrogance for one night. He had no right to insult her and that look of contempt in his eyes when he looked her over was nothing short of infuriating.

Axel The morning air felt like trouble. I stood at the compound gates facing three figures who represented everything wrong with werewolf politics. Lucien Vale looked exactly like the arrogant bastard I remembered. Sharp features, oil-slick hair, and that predatory smile he wore when planning someone's destruction. His abilities made the air around him seem darker, like light bent away from his presence. Vera stood beside him, her silver or was it platinum hair braided with those damn iron rings that caught the sunlight. Her whip coiled at her hip like a sleeping snake. Those pale blue eyes found mine and held them with deliberate challenge.

Valeria My feet stomped the mansion’s cold floor as I stormed out of Dante’s office, my fists clenched tight. His words kept on echoing in my mind, Valeria Vines, my vineyard, given back just to trap me in his dirty world. “How dare he!” I thought, my heart pounding with rage. He’d insulted me, called me a traitor, then handed me my home like it was a leash.

Valeria, who was generally patient, couldn't stand it anymore. Eventually, Vanya started asking about Shane more directly. Frustrated, Valeria told her to stop mentioning their family matters and referred to him as her brother-in-law. Vanya persisted, saying they were just cohabiting, and maybe one day they would divorce. Valeria, knowing about the family's financial situation, felt increasingly irritated.

"Damn” Marcus Vega, the eldest of the Vega brothers cursed under his breath as he stood with a deep frown cresting his rather handsome face as he stared at the damage done to the young calf that lay mutilated on the ground. It went missing from the farm the previous night and he had set out during the early hours of that morning only to find it in that horrible state. His anger was evident as he bend over the dead animal at his feet. Its limp was ripped apart and fed on. He could see marks on its flesh as he continued to inspect the damage that has been caused to its young body.

Vera got up. Tbc…

“Because I actually went there.” Typical Alora. Always the reliable one. Always making me feel like garbage for not being the same. “Why do I even bother?” she mutters. “I’ll get him out myself.” “How?” I snap. “Do you even know who the Vales are?” I laugh bitterly. “You seriously think some regular lawyer can beat the Vale family?” I laugh bitterly. “They own judges. They own cops. Hell, they probably own the building George’s being held in.”

His white beard was frozen with rime, and his scent was overwhelming—stale blood, wet dog, and the bitter, sharp ozone of an alpha whose dominance was being tested. "You played with fire on the mainland, Queen Natalia," Varga sneered, halting five paces away. He didn't bow. He looked down at her, his lips peeling back to reveal thick, yellowed fangs. "You burned his docks. You stole his winter bread. And you think you’ve won us a war?"

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."