Robbie Valentino Novels & Stories

Let this start the new era of their families. Valentina flicked her long raven locks over her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk with her friends, her bright green eyes taking in the people around her. But the moment she spotted him, she stopped walking and stared; the king of playboy’s and the princes of assholes, one Giovanni, known as Vinny to his friends.

“ She is really not the same person we know anymore , she gave me an episode for not being with her first meeting with my team and for calling her ‘Vicky’ she now preferred to be called ‘mrs rogers’or ‘Vice President ‘“ Williams scoffed , gulping his soda “Did you do anything yet with the sabotage ?” “It’s too early,” he said simply. “The goal is to make her slip when everyone’s watching. Right now, they’re still clapping. Let them. It’ll hurt more when she falls.” Valerie hummed. “Well… while you plan to sabotage her reputation, I’ve got my own little plan.” Williams raised a brow. “What now?” “I’m going after her marriage.” That got his attention. “You want to snatch Rue like you snatched

The man was smiling ear to ear, flaunting his perfect set of teeth and dimples on both cheeks. “Thanks,” she smiled casually. Even she disliked him. She was not that rude to show him a nasty attitude. For some reason, she could not understand that she hated him so much. Especially when smiling, it appeared he had a lot of naughty thoughts in mind. The man was Valentino. He was introduced to her by Rab during a gun show a few months ago. He was the owner of a famous gun shop and accessories in the province. He was very persistent in courting her in the past two months. Even though she repeatedly informed him that she was already taken, he wouldn’t believe her.

It was not until I stumbled upon several gigabytes of messages on Valerie's phone that I realized the truth that they had never truly ended things. Eugene texted her every day, and their conversations had long crossed the line of mere friendship. Once their car disappeared down the street, I called my lawyer and asked him to draft the divorce papers. Just as I hung up, Caleb Larson's car pulled up to my house. Caleb was Valerie's younger brother. He had a reputation for being carefree and reckless—the kind of guy who could stir up trouble anywhere he went. Valerie and I had been married for five years, and every year, she would take money from our joint account to give to Caleb. The latter c

"I want the steak, lobster, chocolate soufflé, and... let's add the truffle risotto." As she waited for her order, Valerie noticed a commotion near the restaurant's entrance. A tall, devastatingly handsome man was making his way through the dining room, and she recognized him immediately - Damien Rothwell, the British actor who'd been dominating Hollywood for the past few years. "Valerie Calder," he said, approaching her table with a charming smile that had melted hearts across three continents. But not just her heart. "I'm so glad I ran into you tonight. The universe must be really pleased with me."

I turned to see a blonde hair guy asking me "Oh I'm fine" I said "Really? Are you new here?" "Oh no no.. I'm actually here to find my boyfriend" I smiled and he nodded "Who is your boyfriend?" "Joey Harris" I said "Oh I think I saw him upstairs" He pointed up "Thank you! I'm Valentine" I take out my hand and he shake it "I'm Ron" "Thankyou Ron" I said and I ran to the nearest stair , ran upstairs and walked slowly. My eyes widened and smiled widely as I saw the person that I've been missing for the past 6 months.

Even Valerie was surprised as to just how industrious and especially rich Bob was. It wasn't a surprise that not many people knew who Bob was, he was more of a reserved person who liked to keep a low profile. Yes he owned a lot of prominent companies all through the states, but most people only cared about the brand names. However, with all that was going on now all over the internet and on all social platforms regarding the divorce trial, Val felt his past fame would only be unlikely to what it used to be from now on. 'Just cause he's rich doesn't make any man a lesser scumbag!'

Here. He clicked again. A new image covered the screen. RIVERA MODELS INTERNATIONAL – CENTRAL SERVER, NEW YORK OFFICE. Kc's heart raced. "That was Valeria's old agency." Malcolm nodded. "And the user account?" He touched. "Owned by this individual." The screen changed. Ariadne Roque – International Runway Model. A beautiful woman glared back at them—silver dress, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, ice in her eyes. "She worked with Valeria for six years," Malcolm continued. "And this—she was a finalist for the same international perfume endorsement Valaria got." He gazed upward. "She lost it. Valeria got it."

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

He was small, but you had to take him with a spoon of salt because he wasn’t your average flamboyant person. Crossing his arms over his chest, Corbin glared at him. “Valentino, what the fuck have you been up to?” Valentino’s shoulders slumped, pulling his legs up onto the boulder. He hugged them and shrugged. “It’s your own fault for leaving me alone for so long. I got bored,” he answered, blinking his eyes innocently at Corbin. Corbin looked at him dumbfounded, “So fucking around and kidnapping our mates was done out of boredom?”