Me Vale Verga Novels & Stories

Maya said sternly "Come on don't exaggerate, I do love Ryan and Owen but I want to go home." Valentina said "Hm, there must be a reason why he doesn't want to take you there yet, but if you insist on that I will take you there myself. Though I can't recall, but we will find a way no matter how long it takes." Maya said Valentina has a silver wolf inside of her, a very rare breed, one that most werewolves pray for relentlessly. Wolves who has this kind of breed inside them, becomes unstoppable monsters at the slightest of provocations.

Dressed in a red dress and veil, Valeria smiled back at the camera in the vast desert. And she looked gorgeous like a fairy. After taking a careful look at the photo, William squinted his eyes and asked, "Do you need a ride?" Valeria couldn't reject him since she had realized that she was penniless now. Then she followed William to the parking lot. Seeing William's Maybach, Valeria was shocked. How could he be so rich as a pimp? "You're really rich," she said what she was exactly thinking about. "Not mine!" William replied.

“We’ll take care of them, but please, we need to focus on one thing at a time. Think this over, my lady. What do you want me to do with them?” Valeria looked at them. They were crying and regretting the day they accepted to make business with her, the great Valeria Vallaolid. They should've known better. Valeria wasn’t a woman to play with. There have to be reasons why she was the great lady of that town, right? “Kill them. Burn them to death.” “As you wish, my lady.” Thomas answered.

The headlines had done half the work for them. “Children Used in Human Experimentation—Criminal Empire Exposed” “Interpol Investigates Lucrezia Vitale for War Crimes” “Unknown Operatives Leak Footage of Underground Labs” And though the footage was grainy, the image of a bloodied woman leading half-starved children out of a metallic hellhole had gone viral. Sera Vale had become something else. A myth. A ghost of vengeance. And yet, she was very real as she stood at the Vault’s command deck, fingers curled around the edge of the conference table, eyes rimmed with exhaustion but sharp as ever.

he added. “We already called the police and they would soon be on their way here,” Vera bluffed. “The more the merrier, right boys?” he grinned. I figured the blonde one was the boss and the huge men behind him, were his security or something. “What do you want?” I managed to ask. “What belongs to me,” he replied. I and Vera exchanged confused looks. “We don’t have anything that belongs to you,” I say. “Oh but you do. My name is Valkor and your father owes me a lot of money. So unless you have fifty grand lying around to pay me, you and your sister belong to me.”

he spat back, his breathing equally furious, “we would’ve gotten much closer—.” His grip was back. This time, it pressed right on his windpipe, cutting off his air supply. And Vale was more enraged. He grabbed that clutching hand, wanting to tear it off his throat, but the more force he used, the greater his grunt, the faster he depletes whatever air that was left inside him before he was strangled. “You… incorrigible twat…!” “I got a video of you playing baseball with bottles of kerosene, Vale,” the filth smirked, “so make me your best man for the wedding, or I’ll go to the authorities—and Amber—with that little action movie of yours.”

The Vale family's money was old and vast, rich enough to rival a small country's treasury. And the rumors about the Vale heir were worse. People said he was worth over a hundred billion dollars and could crush a man's career with one phone call but that he was also paralyzed, vicious-tempered, ice-cold, and maybe even the kind of man who liked breaking women for sport. No. She was not going to lie here and let this happen to her. Isla lowered her lashes. Beneath them, her eyes were clear and unclouded, and they were already searching the room for a way out. She reached for the top button of her blouse then looked up, all wide-eyed innocence.

Vincenzo & Valerius’s POV "Brother, doesn't that chain look incredibly familiar?" Valerius muttered in dark Italian, leaning closer to the necklace. The engraved initials JV flickered across the necklace. Both brothers gasped in absolute shock. "What the fuck..." Valerius hissed. "Isn't that the Valli family heirloom?" They connected the dots instantly. They stared at each other, and then back at the sleeping Aurea as the crushing reality washed over them. JV stood for June Valli. Aurea wasn't just a penniless, innocent maid. She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire.

Vale’s POV The Maybach purred along the coastal road, waves crashing far below. Vera sat beside me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, stealing glances my way. The city lights faded behind us, leaving only moonlight and tension. “You’re very quiet, Vera,” I said, keeping my voice low and calm. “Something on your mind?” She shifted, her dark hair catching the dim interior light. “I’m… confused, Mr. Vale. All day, every day, you’ve been so demanding. Harsh, even. And now you’re taking me to your home? It feels like a test I didn’t study for.”