Novel & Cerita Naressa Valdez

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.

A nervous tremor ran through me as I reached for my teacup. “You seemed to know my name” Alex shrugged. "Well, let's just say powerful names tend to stick in your memory, especially at your status. Anastasia Saavedra Montreal – even before you married into the Del Valle family, that name carried a lot of weight. And now….well, let's just say marrying Regan Del Valle only amplified that power." "Are you a fan, then? You seem to know quite a bit about me."

She moved to Aaron’s side and glanced down at his legs. No wrinkles, pants still buttoned. Turning to the woman, Selena asked, "What’s your name?" The woman instinctively glanced at Aaron for help. Aaron didn’t hesitate. "Why are you looking at me? My wife is talking to you." The woman, clearly embarrassed, stammered, "I... I’m Valarie Rich." Selena quickly recalled—Valarie was a rising star, someone who had gained fame from a recent talent show. "And what were you just doing?" Selena asked again.

THEN PHONE CALL. The call came on the pantry landline. “Adrian Knight,” Reese said. Voice like oil. “Heard you’re smashing things. Again. Like your stepdad’s jaw.” Adrian didn’t answer. He put it on speaker. Pointed at the record button. “Valeria says hi,” Reese said. “From jail. Says she can’t wait to meet the girls. March 14th, right. She’s got a present. Same as Alex. Photos. Ashes. Maybe more.”

Underground Safehouse – Lagos The screen flickered to life. The Widowmaker sat in the dim glow of her workstation, face blank as the video marked PROJECT SIREN played. A young Valeria—barely seventeen—was strapped to a metal chair in a concrete room. Her wrists were bruised. A voice off-camera asked, “What is your purpose?” Her voice, soft but cold: “To seduce, control, eliminate.” “Who created you?” No answer. Then the sound of electrocution.

AARON'S POV Next morning, I was walking through the corridor of the school with Noah, because Luke was sick today. “No way in hell!! I can't believe it?” Noah said in surprise. I chuckled and turned to him. “Well, yes, Valencia is the one who rides Yamaha R1 Black and she also won yesterday's match.” I explained and wink at him. “Dude, I can't believe that she's a MotoGP rider. She's just fifteen!!” He said.

“I should probably introduce myself properly. I’m Valeria Castillo. Vicente’s daughter. Killian’s cousin.” “I remember,” I said quietly. She smiled slightly. “I’m not like the rest of them. I don’t think you’re some scheming spy sent to destroy the pack.” “Thank you,” I said, surprised by the warmth in her voice. “Don’t thank me yet,” Valeria said with a wry smile. “I’m just honest. And honestly? You’ve got guts. Running away from your mating ceremony, standing up to Killian’s father, surviving poison. Most people would have crumbled by now.”

He laughed as he heard the sound of their groaning. " ok Samira scored 13 from Alexis, 15 from branny, 12 from xandra and finally 10 from dreams which gave her the sum of 50 in total......... a round of applause for her" the m.c said and the students clapped their hands, while some others who hates Samira never bothered about clapping their hands. " and our beloved Nicki, scored 20 form Alexis, 20 from branny, 19 from xandra and lastly 15 from dream which gave her the total sum of 74" the m.c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming.

Neve went back into fierce mode. "At first I thought so, but after I saw, you are now nothing compared to my wife." "W-wife?" Neve didn't hear wrong. "Yes, I married Luisa the daughter of the Valdez Family who hails from Spain." Alex said arrogantly, "ah, I think you know who the Valdez family is and you're not as sharp as my wife's fingernails. Hehe!" Alex laughs at Neve, who repeatedly rejects his love. Neve was silent; Alex was. Right now. She's a poor girl in prison just for chasing Sean's love.