Valentina Ortiz Inside Out 2 Novels & Stories

She stood with her back against it and looked at me from across the room and I looked back at her and for a moment neither of us said anything. I had seen Valentina in many states. Happy — fully and loudly and without self consciousness. Angry — quick and hot and usually over within the hour. Sad — quiet and private in ways that surprised people who only knew her surface. Frightened — twice in our lives and both times she had converted it immediately into action because Valentina did not know how to sit inside fear. I had never seen her look like this. This was something else. Something that had traveled further inside her than any of those other things and was coming out differently.

I didn’t come for them. Valentina’s bedroom sits on the second floor, right next to her cousin’s, which is why it is no surprise to find the woman huddled on the floor, covering her children with shaky hands. Her teal eyes meet mine and widen a fraction with betrayal and fear. We never hurt women or children. Usually. Valentina’s a special case from hell. The door is ajar when I reach it and all the warning I get is the spark of the muzzle before I shove against the door, narrowly avoiding a damn bullet to the chest.

Their laughter bounced off the marble walls as they left. Valentina broke. A raw, ugly sob tore out of her throat. She cried for the life that had been stolen from her, for the grave she had escaped, and for the beautiful, empty cage she lived in now. Tears streamed down her face. She did not care who might hear. Knock. Knock. "Someone is in here!" she shouted, voice cracking. "Misha. Open the door," Ian said through the wood. His tone was low, controlled. "Go away, Ian! Just leave me be!"

I would assume she was some kind of sociopath, but beyond knowing the basic markers, I know nothing about how to handle that kind of person. The decision is taken from me when Valentina dials up her efforts. Bruce moves to a new spot on the back of my shoulder, freeing up more space for Valentine. To think, I wish Bruce would come back. Valentina kneels between my legs and nods to the second man. He lifts me off the chair an inch, just enough for her to pull down my pants and underwear. I gasp at the cold of the metal chair as I'm sat back down. She grins with greed as she looks at my center.

She reached out, her hand sliding up under my crop top to pinch one of my aching nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "You're a very good assistant, Lila," she whispered, her voice returning to that smooth, professional tone that now sounded incredibly filthy. I was still gasping for air, my legs dangling off the desk, feeling completely wrecked. I looked up at her, my heart still racing. "What about Dorla?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling. Valentina smirked, leaning down to brush a stray hair behind my ear. "I think you’ve given me plenty to think about for one afternoon. But don't think you're finished. I have a feeling you'll be spending a lot more time in my office."

You don't have to do this. He shook his head slowly. "Maybe I do." Raquel moved closer. "You have to give up either the line or the twins." "Choose wisely." The crack in the rift opened up again, sending a blast of energy up like a volcano. Before anyone saw her, Valentina's scream rang out across the battlefield. She came out of the shadows behind the ruins, holding one of the twins in her arms. The child was limp and tired, and their glow flickered like a candle that was about to go out.

If that person tried to play tricks, then Orson would have to warn that person to steer clear from his mom. Hmph! If that person tried to use his adult strength to overshadow him, then what can’t Orson do? Even if Orson had to cry to show that that person was a bad person, Orson would close one eye and cry! Immediately, Orson turned and got into the car. Valencia froze, and her lips twitched. Why was she finding it harder to understand her little baby with each second that ticked? Sigh! Whose fault is it for donating such an intelligent gene that made Valencia find it hard sometimes?

With hatred, Charlotte stared at the large locked door, where Valerie was trapped inside. Valerie is an insect, the only obstacle for Charlotte to own Jose and she must be exterminated!

Dylan whistles under his breath, his eyes also watching Valerie. "The Gods know, we aren't innocent," Dylan chuckles. Valerie's body jolts up suddenly, ripping the sheets from her body. The group watched as the veins in her neck burned red. She's worsening. "Quick, turn her on her side!" Sophia urges, Jaxson listens, and they all watch black liquid splutter past her icy blue lips, "I think her organs are rupturing," Sophia mumbles sadly, Valerie continues to cough violently. "I can't imagine the pain she's In. Because she is both Oracle and wolf, her body heals much faster than average. As the magic kills her, her body simultaneously heals itself. Only this once, her torment is her ability t

"And Valentina? Why isn't she present?" "I'm here," a female voice could be heard from outside, footsteps fast approaching the surveillance room. Valentina popped in, wearing a leopard print top and red skirt. She passed a charming smile to Rico, but he didn't acknowledge it. "Why did I get here before you?" Rico asked instead. Valentina looked hurt as he ignored her advances. Her smile remained on her lips. "Oh come on Rico. You're not the only one who's got some form of entertainment in their night," she said, a tease lacing her words.