Robbie Valentino Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said, about to close the door, but he was quick to stop me. “No, I'm sure I have the right person. You are Lexi Cameron, aren't you?” “Yes, but I have no idea who you are; I don't know a Richard,” I said with a narrowed gaze, hoping he wasn't some weird stalker or prankster. I was not in the safest neighborhood. “Are you sure? I'm Richard from Get Your Valentine. Inc. you booked for my services. Do you not remember?” I stood there, taken aback, as I stared at the stranger's chiseled features. His piercing green eyes looked like I was staring at a rich forest. His strong jawline and full lips added to his flawless appearance, making him look like a sculpted masterpiece.

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?”

Early the next morning, Mason stood there with dark circles under his eyes, shoving his phone in front of me. "Shy, look." Riley had opened a brand-new livestream account. Her face was bruised and swollen, but in front of the camera, she cried like a tragic heroine. "Guys, I got beaten up just because I exposed those two disgusting people! They’re not siblings at all. They’re a pair of perverts! "Rich people really have twisted tastes these days. Playing forbidden sibling games on Valentine’s Day. When I found out, they lashed out in anger. Not only did they beat me, but they even got people to ruin my job. Now everyone’s turned against me!"

Ryan's POV Valerie is still a mystery to me and I can't seem to figure her out. One minute, she is barking out in a loud voice, making me angry and looking angry as well and the other minutes, she looks like someone who has no care in the work with her nonchalant attitude. Sometimes, I wonder if she truly loved her ex because she didn't look like one who was capable of loving and she didn't look like someone heartbroken by the one she loved.

My eyes widened in surprised, what the hell did he mean by that? “What?” Travis and I chorused. “Apparently, it seemed like the Valentina girl is a slut, she was selling her nudes to a person, but this particular person recorded her video instead. It was probably an older man she met at the resort that did it, that was why she suddenly disappeared from the area.” In anger, I didn’t know when my fist collided with Scott’s cheeks and I tightened my hands in fury. “How dare you talk about Valentina, like that?” I growled Scott was unable to catch himself and he fell to the ground. “What the hell do you mean by slut?”

Valentino pressed one last kiss to my temple. “Valerie Drakvolk.”

Valentina's POV My right hand underwent three surgeries, and I spent five months in a rehabilitation center in New Troy. Every night, when the pain woke me, I went up to the rooftop to clear my head. That was where I met Sergio Lombardi. He had broken his leg in a ski race, yet he still sneaked onto the rooftop for a drink, making sure his doctors didn't find out. I asked if he had won. "Of course. I won by just 0.01 seconds," he answered with a cocky grin. "I could never lose, Valentina."

I interrupted cheerfully, "we know Livvy has another Fashion Week show today. What about the rest of you? Any plans?" Three heads lifted. Livvy suddenly looked remarkably guilty. Interesting. She cleared her throat. Then smiled far too sweetly at Valentina. "Bestie..." Valentina immediately narrowed her eyes. "No." Livvy blinked. "I haven't even—" "The answer is still no." Valentina said smiling sweetly and taking a bite of her pancake. "You don't know what I'm asking." Livvy protested. "Don't need to. I know that look." Val pointed at her with her coffee mug. "No good has ever followed that look."

“Careful. A blade can cut the hand that holds it.” His mouth curved, faint but certain. “So long as it cuts the right throat first.” Before she could answer, they were approached. “Mr. Romano.” Senator Montclair’s son, polished in his navy tuxedo, extended a hand. “And this must be…” His pause lingered, just long enough for the insult to sharpen it. “…the latest.” Valentina’s smile didn’t falter. She extended her hand with deliberate grace. “Isabelle Bellamy.”