Valente Novels & Stories

A L Y S S A “This is a gesture of faith,” Mr Valentino says, his voice smooth and assured, like he’s explaining an investment opportunity instead of handing me a sum of money that could alter the course of my life. “A retainer, if you will. Consider it a taste of what we’re offering. Spend it on your mother. Or don’t. It’s yours.”

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

And there—beneath the silver crest of the Ebon Moon—stood Valentina Rodriguez, my mate. She remained composed despite their intense observation. She neither averted her eyes nor inclined her head. Instead, she stood erect, her shoulders aligned, her chin raised, as if she were an intrinsic part of the ground upon which she stood. Her presence seemed to dominate the chamber, permeating every space, every shaded recess, much like a tempestuous wind building pressure against the walls before a storm's arrival.

The shadowy figure at the other end said. I moved closer expecting to be greeted by the face of a serial killer or a weird guy but I couldn’t be more wrong. He had a face fit for a Greek God, he looked like a Calvin Klein top model with his luscious blonde hair, charming blue eyes and enchanting smile which was further accentuated with two dimples on both cheeks. “Hi Valentina, I am Desmond Sandals and I have a job for you.” He said with the most amazing smile ever which further showed off his dimples.

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Antonio Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss—a sculpture that represented love and desire conquering all. "I will be honest with you though, I'd like to know more about it. When I first walked into this room, of course I was a bit overwhelmed but as I looked around, it suddenly felt like a breath of fresh air. Comfort." I continued. "That's all he's ever wanted this museum, this room, to embody. A sense of peace that derives from everything pain and pleasure. He calls this place The Valley—a room dedicated to getting acquainted with the many curves and parts that make up one's body. A studio purely built for exploring your limits." Nancy answered, giving me a reassuring smile.

"My system calculates that Val recognizes infinitely more data regarding your true baseline than your processor realizes, and instead of navigating a high-velocity flight path in the opposite direction, his hand secured this specific asset for your wolf. That behavioral output projects an immense volume of conceptual data, does it not?" Finn uncurled his massive palm, staring down at the structural contours of the miniature helicopter. His character might possess the diagnostic parameters of an absolute expert bastard, but his intellectual centers were sufficiently optimized to decode the profound weight of what the token represented. Valentina held a flawless comprehension of the genuine en

He picks me up and walks into my room while shutting the door; gently placing me on the bed as he lays next to me while holding as I drift off to sleep. Waking up being in the arms of my mate, so I quickly peak his lips and lift his arm up as I slide out. Changing into work out clothes just as finish, Valentina links me. ⁑ "I'm sending you the list of our foes, just make sure that you really watch out for a guy who has brown short straight with dark brown eyes and a scar on his nose. He wants to kill you and the babies.", she explains.⁑ ⁑ "Thanks for the heads up.", I say back as I head towards training grounds.⁑

197x VALENTINA WAS BUSY feeding their pigs and piglets in their den when her cousin Nenita arrived that day. “Psst…” Nenita called, attracting her attention. Valen paid no heed to her cousin. She just continued feeding their farm animals. She knew very well what her cousin was up to. She did not come with her yesternight at the baile. She did not like being surrounded by city people, especially that Johnny Geronimo. After their introduction the other night, she would only nod or simply answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to their conversation.