Nadia Valentine Novels & Stories

I know Viz, I know he is not mincing his words when he said that, and I know better than to argue with him, “Okay, I'm up, let's go,” I said following back to the building. **** Nadia's POV I couldn't sleep, so I decided to soak myself in a hot bubbling scented water bathtub. It was relieving, as I gently lifted each of my legs one at a time to play with the bubbles that lingers on it. A long time passed, as I lay in silence fantasying about how great it would be, to finally kill the monster who ordered the killing of all those I ever loved.

Only this time, the phone went straight to voicemail. She threw down the phone in frustration. Now it was apparent Colton was ignoring her. She started questioning herself about what could have gone wrong? It was just sex, after all, but the nagging voice in the back of her mind told her otherwise. The night they shared wasn't just sex. It was magical, and something she'd never experienced before and probably would never experience again. Maybe she was reading too far into this? Nadia spent way too much time getting ready, which was no surprise to her when she heard her friend beating on her door. Ella never was a very patient person. The knock was getting louder and more frequent.

'It's good that I was kind enough to block the police from entering,' Valentino assured himself that his shop was soundproofed in the dressing room so that the comfort of the visitors was guaranteed. Nadhea has spoiled his eyes every muscle formed Adam Smith is perfect and leaves a gray-colored boxer poking at Nadhea's ass. Adam's left hand squeezed it and said, "you like the scenery you see, Miss Nadhea Martinez? You want more hm?"Nadhea never knew the dream of the women directly embraced easily in the hands of Nadhea throughout the UK.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

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.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

Not that she would tell Leilah, she would have her head if she realized that she was keeping more secrets from her. “So… Trouble in paradise? You’re the most envied woman in Starlington City right now,” Leilah remarked and Nadia sighed. “If there is a paradise in this I have yet to see it,” She complained and Leilah sighed, “I’ve known you for three years now, I would have never guessed that you were THAT Nadia Talbot. Back then I was working in a magazine and they were all over the place with your story. You kind of were… Different,” Leilah trailed off and Nadia snorted.

“Tell me, Nia – how? Alone? Depending on the mercy of a man who already broke you?” Nita’s eyes burned as she blinked rapidly, words failing her. Mia leaned closer, her tone soft but resolute. “You need this. Not just for you but for your child. Adonis isn’t just a place to hide. It’s a place to start over.” The silence stretched between them, heavy and undeniable. Nita’s thoughts churned – Nick, her broken heart, her unborn baby, the impossible weight of her circumstances. Finally, she drew in a shuddering breath and nodded, “Fine,” she

He moved close to Bella to help her with her hand. With that, there was an uproar of murmuring from the people around in the gathering. “I remember the one that was married to Ethan at first was Nadin, but she is no more,” one person said. Another chimed in, “If Nadin Scott hadn't committed suicide, how could it be Bella Scott?” Someone else supported, “Exactly. Nadin was a famous pretty damsel. How could Bella match up to her in any way? No way!”

Behind me, I hear Achilles speaking, but his voice is low, like he’s talking to someone else. “She’s a handful,” I hear Achilles say to someone. I look back, but I don't see anyone. He taps his left ear...ah... intercoms. A voice crackles over the intercom, and I recognize Valentine’s cold, detached tone. “Bring her back.” “She’s not exactly cooperative,” Achilles replies. “What did you do to her?” “She’s hungry,” Valentine says. “She’ll come around.” “She just jumped out of the highest window in the house,” Achilles replies dryly. “I’d say she’s not exactly thrilled with her situation.”