Novel & Cerita Valente

Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous.

He was slim, but defined, saying he took good care of his body. “My names Valen. Well, if I’m honest my name is Valentine, my mom had a funny sense of humor, but everyone calls me Valen. I’d ask you your name, but I doubt you’d be able to tell me, so instead maybe I can give you one?” He chuckled when I nodded my head slowly, before resting my chin back on top of my crossed paws. Valen, my mates name was Valentine. It seemed to fit him.

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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.

Faustino replied running a thumb through his jaw relaxing in his leather chair. " We will get even. What are the acquaintance are for? Valerio won't let them breath now." Adraino chuckled darkly knowing well about the man in subject. Valerio Valentine, was the heir of the next notorious familigia in Italy. He was know best for holding grudges, you mess with him and he will not spare you until you take your last breath. Cunning, ruthless, psychopath, sociopath , inhuman whatever the other evil name Valerio owned it all. Valentine's and Pietro's were like a family from generation . They both have each other's back at every situation. Adriano however was not a fan of Valerio Valentine. He just

She smiles, I return it just as softly before an exhausted sigh escapes my lips, picturing the various scenarios that may take place when I begin the next stage of my plan to gain vengeance. “I’m sorry we haven’t exchanged names. I’m Valerie,” I give her my hand, she takes it in her small ones and giggles. Green eyes, glimmering with obvious amusement. “Nice to meet you, Valerie. I-I don’t have a name though,” she smiles, mine falls quickly. I’ve been drowning in my problems and hidden from any creature who breathes to remember humans on Eldora don’t have the right to possess a name. How fucking ridiculous! “What do you think of Theia? A name derives from Dorothea, meaning gift,” I wonder, s

My tone was asking for his name since I didn't know them yet and this is my first time to go here. "I am Noriel, nice to meet you too Ma'am." He replied, even slightly bowed his head at me. His simple gestures can make a woman's heart fall. I think there are many girls here who have a crush on this young man. He has charisma, also a handsome face. His tan skin is making him more appealing with the eyes of the people who would see him. That's the thing I noticed with him. His smile, it's cute.

“Isn’t it – That’s a bit much, isn’t it?” I asked in a small voice dripping with scepticism. The wolves of Redville did not like me but won’t they hate me even more now that I had seemingly pitted them against their Alpha? “No, it’s fitting,” Valens insisted with an expression hard enough to compete with a rock. “I’ve given them a choice and that’s the best I can do for them.” If I had to describe Valens' personality with one word, it would be unyielding. He’d set his mind on this so I knew better than to argue.

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.

"Are you foolish huh?" a stern male voice yelled startling Valentina who took a step back but straightened her back. Rolling her eyes she made her way to the table, picked up a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Mr Matias paced angrily around that Valentina was irritated. Turning around, she sipped on her wine and slowly sat on the couch. Mr Matias was fuming in rage as he turned to look at the woman before him