Naressa Valdez Novels & Stories

I was sitting in the back of Lit class like always, half paying attention and half scrolling on my phone under the desk. Then the door opened and in walked this woman who made my brain short-circuit. Ms. Valeria Kane. She was the substitute for the week while our regular professor was out. Thirty-two, black hair pulled back tight, white blouse that looked like it was fighting to keep her tits from spilling out, and a black pencil skirt hugging her ass like it was painted on.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

I was sitting in the back of Lit class like always, half paying attention and half scrolling on my phone under the desk. Then the door opened and in walked this woman who made my brain short-circuit. Ms. Valeria Kane. She was the substitute for the week while our regular professor was out. Thirty-two, black hair pulled back tight, white blouse that looked like it was fighting to keep her tits from spilling out, and a black pencil skirt hugging her ass like it was painted on.

Callista A week later. Valencia Everhart was sentenced to life in prison by the Supernatural Council for assisting the devil in his criminal endeavors such as kidnapping and harboring a werewolf, orchestrating a pack takeover on the orders of the devil, attempted killing of two pack members of the Rexellen pack and the biggest crime of them all, assisting the devil in massacring the entire Galdine pack. I thought the last one was a bit harsh because Valencia never really did know about that charge, but as Valencia had confessed in the court, she’d given the devil the location and information regarding her pack.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

"You finally realize how rotten the environment you defended so desperately truly is?" Niana looked down, not daring to meet her mother’s eyes. "Mom..." Valerie stepped down with the grace of a queen. Every step produced a commanding click on the marble floor. "I told you from the beginning, Sean Miller is nothing but a hungry little rat. He didn't see you as a woman, but as the key to the Prescott gold mine. And you? You were too naive, exactly like your late father who followed every direction from that foul whore Patricia!" Valerie now stood directly in front of Niana. Instead of hugging her, she merely tilted Niana’s chin up with fingers adorned with a large diamond ring.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

889 | VALEDICTORIAN 2 | POLICARPIO, Nathaniel | STEM | Everest | 96.667 | SALUTATORIAN 3 | STO. DOMINGO, Ma. Carmencita | ABM | Everest | 95.875 | WITH HIGH HONORS 4 | ASUNCION, Summer Alana | ABM | Everest | 95.750 | WITH HIGH HONORS | “Oh wow,” Nate says behind her. “Would you look at that.”

The woman gazing back at her was not the demure, abused kid Sebastian had sought to break. She was Valeria Jayne—the catwalk diva. And she was there. At her side, Manager Kim jittered with her earpiece, watching Valeria in the mirror. "You sure this is a good idea?" she dared, her voice taking on a concerned tone. "You can still back out." Valeria braced her shoulders, determination set in the line of her jaw. "No." Her response was adamant. "I need this." Kim groaned and shook her head. "You're gutsy, I'll give you credit."