Valentina Alvarez Novels & Stories

After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold. I walked up to Irina's figure with a wooden plank as she layed on the cold floor, struggling in the dirt as she tried to crawl away from me. "So you think that just because Reynold dotes on you and treats you like his little canary...... you can defy me and get away with it." - I toned down my voice a notch, sounding cold and menacing. Embodying the true essence of the villainess in the movie. Irina embodying the role of the favored woman, whimpered struggling to make a sentence.

Albert managed to gather what little strength he had left and barely whispered: “Magdalena… I’m… not Alex. I never did anything wrong to you.” Magdalena, who had been standing with her back to him, immediately turned around. Her face was filled with fury. “Albert? Hahaha! What difference does it make? You were both made from the same rotten seed. I hate you both. You both took my daughter away from me, so now you’ll both burn together in the fires of hell."

His chin lifts almost imperceptibly as he faces Elena. "A new member?" "Yes," Valentina replies. "Who is your sponsor?" Again, that damning question. Trying her best to sound confident, Elena starts going through all the names of the most influential billionaires of the past few months; who topped the list of the richest and most popular. "Stuart Álvarez," she says, softly and avoiding eye contact. Her hands were cold from sweat. "Álvarez?" the black-haired man asks. "Unbelievable." "Must be the third one this month," the brown-haired one comments.

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

“And the number of times that some of you have been sent back even after I have sent them myself to the Alpha is ridiculous.” “But this is not our fault. Sometimes the Alpha doesn’t want someone around him. And now all he is thinking about is her.” Josephene defended. “It is like neither one of us exists, and you Lady Helena are not calling for any of us to get ready for a chance to try and give the Alpha his heir… I mean, what if she is not even fertile and she is just wasting the Alpha’s time?”

“LetRed me page three, lemme know what's been going on so far.” Georgia flipped to page three. “As you know Valentina married Lucas Caruso in November,” she said, matter-of-fact. “No public announcement before, and just private ceremony with no family invited. She moved into Bellavista Hills shortly after. Valentina is currently involved in a campaign for children’s healthcare as an ambassador of the Vescari foundation but she was put on a paid leave few weeks ago after a scandal Alecia was involved in. Aisha, the current sitting CEO on seat asked me personally if you would attend the upcoming screening event, she sent an official invite yesterday.”

I looked up to see a woman staring down at me. Her long black hair over her shoulders. Her lips in a flat smile as she moved her shade and glared at me. I lifted my brows, trying to read what was happening. "Hi bitch, I am Valentina Cortez" she said. I sat back. She moved closer, stooped as she wanted me to hear and see her clearly and smirk. "I meant to say 'YOU FVCKING CHEAP SLUTTY, HOME WREAKING, LAPDOG CHEAP BITCH!" She yelled.

“I should probably introduce myself properly. I’m Valeria Castillo. Vicente’s daughter. Killian’s cousin.” “I remember,” I said quietly. She smiled slightly. “I’m not like the rest of them. I don’t think you’re some scheming spy sent to destroy the pack.” “Thank you,” I said, surprised by the warmth in her voice. “Don’t thank me yet,” Valeria said with a wry smile. “I’m just honest. And honestly? You’ve got guts. Running away from your mating ceremony, standing up to Killian’s father, surviving poison. Most people would have crumbled by now.”

And there, next to him now, slightly turned with her arms crossed, with that fucking smirk playing on her lips—was her. Valeria. She was looking up at something and her head was cocked a little to the left side again she said something. Alvarez roared with laughter. Her shoulders were moving as if she were laughing with him. My jaw tightened. I had never seen her smile like that — not a single time since she had arrived. Not for anyone. Not even a smirk. And now she was smiling? Talking? With him? Something pinched in my chest, sharp and unwanted. Alvarez leaned over and nudged her arm. “You know,” he said loudly, “for someone who works with Dante, you have a surprisingly charming presence.