Robbie Valentino Novels & Stories

A perfect timing. "Welcome, Mr xanvier". His baritone voice sound better than it was over the phone. "Please,sit down". He continued with his strong Italian accent as he pointed to the empty office chair in front of him "I am so glad to have you here. We have heard so much about you, and we hope you can put in more efforts here." He concluded with a smile on his face. He looks perfect with a chiseled jaw and a full lips. The smile etching on his face reveals a set of white teeth.

Alright, I need to sit and think this clearly before I make a fool of myself. “Mr. Roberts, unlike you, I actually have things to deal with, so allow me to bid you a good day.” “Wow. I see you’ve grown some attitude.” “Mr. Roberts—” “Rodrigo is fine. And yes, I like this new identity of yours, Valentina. You thought I was too stupid to figure it out, didn’t you?” “I’m not going to waste another second. Have a good day.”

she said. Val didn’t look away. “No. I didn’t.” Kennedy crossed one leg over the other. Liv held her breath. Alecia’s mouth curved, not a smile. “Say what you came to say, Valentina.” “I already did.” Val’s voice didn’t rise. “And now I’m going to say it again, so there’s no confusion.” She tapped the table once, light. “Roberto is out. I want to know who helped. I want to know why. And I want to know what you knew, and when.”

“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.

On our fourth Valentine's Day together, my boyfriend, Ivan West, gave me a rock he had found on the side of the road while his true love, Kelly Gibson, got a ten-carat diamond. I stared at the rock icily and left it right where it was. Ivan called me materialistic. "Millia, I only gave Kelly a diamond because she needed it to make jewelry. It's not because we have some other kind of relationship. And besides, I've spent plenty on you before. Just because I didn't get you some fancy branded things this time, you refused it. You're way too materialistic."

He takes a step to the side, twisting his body back towards the vehicle, and extends his hand to me. “Don Valentino, you look dashing tonight. Did you bring a date?” “Don Valentino, is it true that you're seeing Ivy Bishop? The sister of your late sister-in-law?” “Don Valentino, marry me! I LOVE YOU!!!” “OMG!! Don Valentino is here and he looks hot as fuck. Did he bring a date? I bet she's a blonde bimbo with fake tits and fake lips!!” People endlessly call out to him and I had no idea he was so well-known in the media industry, and this discovery has left me feeling completely overwhelmed.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

Ruslan spoke again in a voice that was almost like a whisper, "Nothing, Sir. Everything has really turned against you." Valentino stopped his eating activities, he then smiled bitterly and fell silent. Ruslan looked worriedly, "Are you all right sir?" Valentino looked up, "What's with that question of yours? I'm fine." Of course Ruslan doesn't believe that. Valentino was trying to be as strong as possible but still the man's face was very clear that he was not feeling well. Ruslan said, "Sir, you ...." Valentino interrupted quickly, "Yes, you're right. I'm not good, not even very good."

Like him, he is also a mafia boss, the future leader of BlackStone Sigma Organization—one of their best allies in Spain. "I bet Valentino is raging mad these days, you're taking too long. Maybe your charisma got rusty that until now, nothing in your plan of wooing her has ever succeeded." He gave his friend a death glare before cursing him. "Fuck you Rain!"