Valentina Alvarez Novels & Stories

Valentina leaned back in her chair, letting the red silk of her dress catch the dim light, her expression calm and unreadable. Alvarez studied her more than the cards. His eyes slid down the curve of her throat, lingered on her lips, then narrowed with suspicion—as if trying to decide whether she was temptation, trouble, or both. “You play well,” he said after she won the first hand with a daring bluff. “But you don’t play like a woman who cares about money.” Valentina smiled slowly, the lipstick shining wet in the low light. “Maybe I play for something else.” Alvarez chuckled, though it came out rough, edged with warning. “Dangerous words, querida. Men at this table don’t like mysteries.”

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

VALENTINA “Who's this?” His deep voice echoed in my ears again, flinching something within me. Even Kira raised her head, her eyes focused. “Um-uh, I am Valentina Rodriguez, from Ebonn Moon Clan, a pack in the southern Kingdom. I am calling the council on behalf of Alpha Victor Rodriguez to complain about a situation.” I introduced myself, explaining why I called. "I see," came his voice. It was so calm, as though he wasn't using any strength to speak, but the depth of his voice touched my bones deeply.

Cynthia's high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts. "But ma'am, she's on the list." He said the confusion in his brows was still evident. The list? I arched my brows a notch. It can't be! "You must be joking!" Cynthia continued to bicker. Valeria cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else. My name is Valentina Wilson from the Red Moon Pack, and I am also one of the shareholders. It's nice to make your acquaintance." She said it calmly and extended a hand for a handshake, but Cynthia didn't receive it.

That was all that mattered. Valentina? Her thoughts were singular, razor-sharp. She wanted Alexander. She didn’t care about the Morales business. She didn’t care about Josh or Michelle. The only thing she cared about was that Ava had what she wanted—and that was something she would never allow. With Alfonso out of the way, the game would reset. And when it did, Valentina would make sure that Alexander Vanderbilt belonged to her. ---------

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

" As Álvaro left, Mariana felt a chill run through her body. His strange words hung in the air. The next day, Diego ran into Valentina Ruiz, a rival Alpha from a nearby pack. She was a strong, calculating woman, and just being there made Diego nervous. "Diego," Valentina said as she walked up to him, her voice full of calm confidence. "You seem upset." Diego said, "I'm fine," in a short tone, not wanting to play along with her games. But Valentina wasn't easily stopped. She moved closer, and her lips curled into a smile. "I can feel it, you know. The stress. The secrets. They always find a way to get out, don't they? Especially when you don't expect it.

He froze, then flipped to the next page. It was an induced abortion procedure form bearing Valentina's name, with the surgery scheduled three days later and a gestational age of four months noted. Enzo's hands began to tremble. He abruptly turned and rushed downstairs. "Where is Valentina? Where is she?" he demanded. Luca and Rafael were taken aback by his outburst. "Why are you yelling? Isn't she—" The television in the living room abruptly switched to a breaking news segment. "Breaking news: The deceased from last night's highway accident has been identified as a woman. Among the items recovered were identification documents showing the name Valentina Esposito."

As the echoes of her cry faded into the air, Valeria's voice trembled with a mixture of fury and pain. "You're evil, Richie!" she shouted, her words ringing out in the empty room. "Your true face will be seen eventually, and everyone will know the monster you truly are!" Her heart pounding with righteous indignation, Valeria surveyed the wreckage around her, the shattered vase a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed her life. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she refused to let them quench the fire burning within her soul.

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.