Valentina Alvarez Novels & Stories

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.

she says. "I am good," Valentina says. "I am forty-seven, and I have three children, and I have not slept a full night in three months, and I am entirely, specifically good." "Because you chose it," Cristina says. "Because I chose all of it," Valentina confirms. "The practice and the twins and the book and the foundation and the marriage. All of it chosen. All of it is correct." "The twelfth year," Cristina says. "Of the practice."

Valerie interrupted quickly. “Who says it?” Charlotte smiled knowingly. “Very rarely doesn't mean it doesn't happen, right? Do you know who Angela Alvaro is, Manuel's mother and Ruben Alvaro's wife? She used to be an ordinary staff at Alvaro's company, but then she could become Ruben Alvaro's wife.” “From the story I heard, Ruben Alvaro loved his wife very much. He, who was a playboy, immediately fell to her knees.” Valerie smiled.

She was rich in a way the Ashfords would never understand. Valentina’s Chilling Joy: Valentina’s happiness was the opposite of Naomi’s. It was a loud, sharp, cold happiness. She enjoyed the pain of others because it made her feel superior. She didn't want love; she wanted winning. She looked at the hospital and the mansion as a game board. Every tear Lucas shed was a point for her. Every day Evelyn stayed in bed was a victory. She was a woman who had traded her soul for a crown, and she was very happy with the deal.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I recognized her from the group of parasites that had been hovering around Santiago earlier. "I don't have time for business talk." I said coldly, turning back to the bartender who placed the glass in front of me. "I am not an associate." She snapped, though her voice wavered when I finally deigned to look her in the eye. "I am Valentina Martinez. Mateo Santiago’s partner." I took a slow sip of the whiskey. "Congratulations. You have my sympathy." Valentina didn't seem to bother about the offense. “In that case, you too have my sympathy, Mr. Galante.” She countered.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

Diego hears the gasped from their friends and family, he turns and there is the most beautiful woman in the whole world, Valentina Sanchéz, the woman who is going to be his wife, the mother of his daughter Ava. He could not control the smile on his face or the thin line of tears that came down from his eyes. ‘How did I get this lucky’ he kept on asking himself. Valentina walked to his side and his lips hungered for hers but unfortunately he had to wait for the pastor to ask them to kiss…

The man and woman who were standing frowned in confusion at the gesture, but I knew that they could tell that something was wrong and thankfully, they chose not to ask any questions. I had to fight back rolling my eyes at his response and cleared my throat to find my voice. The tension that I felt in the room was one that I never thought that I would be experiencing or dealing with, and seeing as Alvize seemed to grow annoyed, I couldn’t help but feel out of place. “Elena Valdez,” I said, extending my hand to the woman. “My apologies for coming this way,” The woman smiled at my hand before shaking it, her touch gentle before she let go and I turned to the man. “Donatello and Maria, Alvize an

Alexter's lack weighs on him, but it's something he wouldn't accept. The time has come when everyone has settled to receive Valentina at the entrance, Maria was worried Carlos went down to greet everyone in his own way and on the other side under a tall woman with curly black hair, white skin like very good milk very like a doll with big honey eyes and abundant eyelashes, She wears a beautiful classic white dress cut to the knees and a pink sweater that highlights the color of her hair, Maria ran to kiss her,