Valente Novels & Stories

“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.

~ARIA~ Valente Estate, Southern Italy — Many Years Before the Bloodstorm Theme: Innocence in Ash. Love Before War. Dreams That Never Survived. ~~~~~ The Valente estate was carved from black marble and colder ambition. It stretched across the hills like a scar, beautiful only in how mercilessly it consumed everything around it: the olive trees, the lavender fields, the sky. Its beauty was a warning. And inside its walls, nothing grew—not trust, not peace, and certainly not love.

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.

His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags. I admit, I’m not great at judging ‘muscle’. I’m more or less a titan sitting in on a high school boxing match. None of them have half a prayer of taking her from me powerwise. Just carelessness which they’ve proven to have in spades. “Good thing I am not yours then,” she hisses back. If only she’d started the trip with this kind of grit. There is a hard set to her naturally violet irises when she speaks again. Petals of veined purple shades seemingly internally lit in her iris. I find the defiance as unique as those mysterious eyes of hers as she struggl

The man I’d just seen execute someone. My heart pounded so violently I could feel it against his chest. Our breaths mixed- hot, fast, the same air. His cologne wrapped around me, blurring my mind and my vision. Too close. Too much. Unknowingly a tear escaped my eye as I whimpered behind his hand. He slowly lowered it- just enough to let me speak. “Adrian Valente,” I breathed, voice shaking and barely audible. His lips curved- just a fraction. Not a smile but something ruthless, a vow- a promise.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)

A loud crash in the background of his call made him grunt, “this is what happens, Valente, when you don’t tie them up right. They try to fucking run.” She shot wide eyes in the direction of the camera, “you sound busy. I should let you go.” “Valente has a new hire, a kid he met on the street and gave him a job with us. He’s not good with knots.” “Oh.” “It’s fine. We shouldn’t be too much longer. We have everyone rounded up now except the bitch you’re going to have fun with later.” “Well, enjoy yourself?” she didn’t know what else to say to his comment.

Valentina nodded. “My name is Cornelios, and I am a representative of the Jaraguá shopping mall. You bought something at our mall and won a prize of 1,700 reais, and I came to give it to you.” He then gave the gift card to Valentina, who felt incredulous.