Valentina Alvarez Novels & Stories

It cannot be! My hands trembled as I flipped the page over. I held my breath, knowing that the worse is about to be right in front of me. The next page made me lose my balance. It had a photo of Valencia next to Alpha Dario, this time she had three children around her, around them. There was names under each person in the picture. Under Valencia there was the title Luna…there's no way! Valencia is the Alpha Dario's wife! The Luna of Dark waters! Alexandro know all of this?!

, I replied with a faint smile, “We’ll take everything she tried on, and the ones I picked,” Valentina said, handing the black card to the salesman. His eyes widened in recognition. “Miss… are you Valentina Morales?” Valentina didn’t flinch,her silence was deliberate,I remained quiet, watching. The salesman gasped, clutching the card as if it burned his hands. “This… this belongs to Alejandro Rodriguez. Everyone knows only Valentina Morales could hold it—because she’s his lover.” His words slammed into me like a knife.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

Ash sent a message through Estella that said, verbatim, tell Callum we'll celebrate when it's actually over, which is the most reasonable position anyone has taken all evening and which made me laugh in the specific way that only Ash's pragmatism manages. Valentina is here. She is standing at the far edge of the room in the way she stands in all rooms, which is with full awareness of every exit, and she is watching the party with an expression that is not quite removed and not quite present, the expression of someone who has spent the past three months hunting one target across the entire city and who has not yet worked out how to put that down for a single evening. She has not found Fell. S

she said, rising to her feet, she continued, "Anyway, I've already informed you, and that woman up there, she's also your lover, right? Where's Diana? Diana, correct?" "That woman up there has a name, her name is Marissa." Valentina's laughter softened, a bittersweet smile on her lips. "So, you've finally fallen in love, huh? I never thought I'd see the day. I'd love to hear more about Marissa, but alas, duty calls. There's a beast waiting for me at home, and I must go tame it." Efrain reached out, his expression earnest. "Valentina, all these years, I've kept this to myself, but it's time you heard it. Let go of the pain and find happiness. You deserve it."

Dominguez says, trying to gauge me for a reaction. "The older one is married. However, he might ask you to marry the younger one. It's only logical." Rico said, turning to face me. All the while he had been typing away on his laptop, probably hacking into something again. The cyber rat. I didn't have a problem marrying Gonzalez' daughter. The problem was there was nothing significant about her in the file. The older daughter Camille is married to a US senator. I have no interest there. She's married. But Valentina Gonzalez, born February 14th 1998. Everything else about her was buried. No pictures of her, no social media accounts, no drivers license, not even a receipt in her name. It was li

“I was just organizing your closet, but if it bothers you...” “It’s fine,” I told her, not giving it much importance. I’d bet anything they sent her to watch my steps and my stuff. I didn’t care, as long as she didn’t get too bold. “What’s your name?” “Valentina, Mrs. Greco,” she answered, respectful. Yeah, if someone wanted to lower my guard, she was the perfect innocent-looking little girl for the job. “Alright, Valentina. As long as you don’t cross my lines, you and I will be fine.” I stared her down and she nodded, uncomfortable.

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

One caught my eye – burning brighter, newer than the others. "Valentina Salvatore." Santa Muerte gestured to the bright flame. "Dead three minutes and fifteen seconds ago. Car accident, they say. Though we both know accidents are rare in your world." "Salvatore?" My heart would have skipped if it still beat. "Nicolas Salvatore's wife?" "Adrian's half-sister, though few know that truth." Santa Muerte wove her hand, and before me flashed a vision of Valentina finding papers about my murder, calling people, her car losing its brakes on some mountain road. "She died trying to expose your murder."

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.