Serena Valentino Books Novels & Stories

I leaned toward one of them and said, "I want the best pieces in her size. Clothes, shoes, bags. Everything." Val turned sharply. "Adrian? What are you doing? I don’t need…" "Shhh," I said softly, smiling down at her. "Just follow me, that's your job." The boutique had a sitting area with velvet chairs and a glass table. A waitress came over and served us two glasses of chilled wine without even asking. I handed one to Valentine "Drink, relax, and let them do the work." She sat back with a sigh, but I noticed her eyes darting around from one place to another in disbelief. There was a spark in them that I hadn’t seen before and It made something inside me soften.

ELENA The moment the gate of Valeria’s mansion closed behind me, I knew my fate had been sealed. The place was too quiet, too clean. The kind of silence that swallowed sound and left you all alone with your thoughts. I felt like I had been dropped in a different world, a world where rules bent for one woman, and that woman’s name was Valeria Moretti.

Chapter 4 Solana peeked at the door after hearing Zent’s voice the next morning while he was talking to someone on his smartphone. So he still had not left? What a miracle. His world usually revolved around his manager, the same woman who had practically thrown the bitter truth in her face—that something was going on between them whenever they were together. But now, that woman was already Zent’s mistress because he was married to her.

"Your father thinks he tricked me. He thinks he can keep his money and give me the 'spare' daughter. He's wrong." "What are you going to do?" Alessandro leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I’m going to make him watch as I break everything he loves. Starting with you." Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. His entire body went stiff. "What is it?" I asked, sensing the shift in the room. He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw a flash of real rage in his eyes. "Your sister didn't just run away, Serena," he said, his voice trembling with fury. "She’s at the border. With Marco Vitelli. And she’s carrying a Vitelli crest on her car."

Serena: Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying. When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack. It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then. Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help. It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.

I snapped my head up. A sight of a handsome face and a broad frame. Tall. Dark blond hair. And those eyes. Ice blue, colder than snow, looked at me with an unforgiving gaze. Jump back on my feet quickly. I pulled the knife from my side-slit dress and lunged at him. He dodged too easily. Blocking another attack with ease. It irritated me. “What’s happening, Sera?” Kael’s voice came through. “I’m surrounded by Ventura men, and Zavier Ventura is here,” I whispered.

SERAPHINA POV By eight in the morning, I had officially become the most hated person in Valerion. What a fantastic way to start the day. On the other hand, I kept bracing myself for something even worse. Oh, come on. I've learned from experience. Usually, all the bad things come one after another, as if they're pulling each other along. “Sources claim that Lady Seraphina and Crown Prince Adrian Valerian...” I didn't need to hear any more. I immediately turned off the TV as soon as I walked past it. Lucien, who was lounging on the sofa while listening to that pointless gossip show, glared at me.

I comb my fingers through my hair to mask my trembling body, then I meet his piercing, predatory, and gleaming gaze. “Do you always make it a habit of confining Savannah within the gates of your fortress, so she is excluded from the real world and her family?” I bite back. As our gazes continue to bore into one another, I can’t shake the feeling that Don Valentino is an Italian God with intense eyes and a face that is carved from stone. I doubt he’s ever cracked a genuine smile, even when he’s balls deep in some random bitch, shuddering as he comes.

and ugh! IF ONLY THESE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS WERE REAL!! Anyway, moving on from that the sequal name to V A L E R I E will be revealed on my I*******m (@ahyuuga586_). Only because the title hasn't been set in stone yet and I still need to make a cover - so that will be revealed together! As for other projects? Yes, I'm working on a new story while I'm writing the sequal to V A L E R I E. Don't worry, I can promise this new novel won't interfere with updates once I publish the sequal.

You get the results. But then you also get her. And she doesn’t fit into the story the way she’s supposed to. Serafina Vale wasn’t supposed to become the heartbeat of this, she was supposed to be the door. The open link that got me back into the room. But now, the plan wasn’t straight anymore. It was curved, twisted, rerouted. Because now it had her in it. And I didn’t know if I was still driving it — or being pulled. The door suddenly opened behind me and there she was, bare feet again.