Serena Valentino Book 12 Release Date Novels & Stories

“I want to see how much courage Damian Vale still has when he stands in front of me.” I stopped him at once. “Father, let me deal with this myself.” I had barely finished speaking when my phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. I stepped outside and answered. Selene’s voice came through sharp and smug. “Serena, it’s me. I’ve already moved into the Vale estate. Since I don’t want anyone saying I was cruel, I thought I’d let you come collect whatever is still yours. Starting over must be difficult. Maybe you can sell a few things and rent some miserable little place outside pack territory.”

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

The city lights beneath me like scattered diamonds. I open the photo of Chloe’s back one more time, then delete it. I don’t need it. The memory is burned behind my eyes. I text Serena. Me: Running early. Home in 30. Be naked and waiting on the bed. Three dots appear instantly. Serena: Can’t wait. I love you. I smile at the screen. I lean my head back against the leather seat and close my eyes. Two women. One thinks she owns my heart. One knows she owns the parts I keep in the dark.

Serena barely slept that night. Not because of the job itself. But because every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing Mr vale watching her across that office. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even know the man. Yet something about Kael Vale stayed in her head long after she left the mansion. And she can't quite place a finger on it. Serena turned over in bed and groaned softly into her pillow. “Please tell me you’re not awake stressing over those rich people again.” Serena lifted her head slightly to see Mira leaning against the bedroom doorway with crossed arms.

“I’m hanging up now, because if I keep listening to you breathe while I’m driving this car, I’m going to lose control of my beast right here on the highway. See you soon.” The line went dead. I stared at the phone for a second before frantically dialing Valeria. “Val, it’s midnight. He’s coming.” “About damn time!” Valeria squealed into my ear. “I told you that full-body grooming session today was a solid investment. He’s going to devour you, Serena.” “What if this is just a one-night hunt? What if he dumps me back at the border by dawn?”

"She thinks she's playing a game of leverage. She doesn't realize that I’ve already lost everything I was afraid to lose. A man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous thing in the world, Aria. And Cassandra is about to find out exactly what I’m willing to do to keep you." As the sun began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of bruised orange and gold, I realized that the "Dirty Valentine" was only just beginning. We were bound by blood, bound by secrets, and now, we were bound by a journey that would either lead us to freedom—or to a shallow grave on the edge of the Atlantic.

Sandra's pov. I picked up my phone to continue recording my trip on a live post I made on I*******m. I and my boyfriend, Xanvier decided to have a fresh start in the city of Milan, a place far away from Mexico- Our country. Xanvier had just gotten a new job at TK designer associate while I was offered a partnership deal with a fashion line as a model. "Hello, my beloved fans". I waved and smiled at the camera as I spun it around, making sure I capture the tall trees hanging over our car, the old, rusty mail boxes on the road side, and the dirt, and gravel road ahead.

May the moon save me. Serena is trapped. Her disguise barely survived the first day, she has made a public enemy of Damien, and now she is stuck sharing a room with him. Serena tightened her grip on the doorframe. For the briefest moment, she considered evading the matter before her, pretending she made a mistake and this was not the room assigned to her. But Damien's smirk told her he knew there would be no escaping this time. He leaned back in his chair like the king of his castle, his boots crossed at the ankles, as if this room was his, and she was invading it. "Are you just going to stand there all day, Vale, or did you just decide to move in?"

SERENA As I walked into my studio that morning, I couldn't help but notice the stunning bouquet on my desk. The vibrant colors and sweet fragrance filled the room, instantly brightening my day. A small envelope with my name delicately written on it was nestled among the flowers. My heart raced with anticipation as I carefully opened it. Inside, I found a note, handwritten with care. It read, "Get ready for a magical evening, my dear Serena. Dinner at 7 pm, and the driver will pick you up. With love, Damian." A rush of excitement coursed through me. Damian had planned a surprise dinner for us, and the thought of spending an evening together, just the two of us, filled me with joy. I glanced a