Valentina Reading Novels & Stories

countdown. "By Valentine’s Day," she said, looking at her reflection in a "Broken" mirror, "Ethan Hawke will find that love isn't a 'System-Stabilizer.' It’s the 'Human Error' that will finally 'Liquidate' him." The "250-chapter" war was no longer about corporate boardrooms. It had become a "Mechanical" race to the finish line of a young boy's life. The "Secret Alliance" was moving toward the "Home-Node," and the "Gilded Cage" was preparing to snap shut on the only "Absolute" truth Ethan had left.

I thought they would scramble to retrieve it so I kick the guns out of the way, but the men just let out screams and start to scramble out of the little cottage, not even remembering the money. The white wolf turns around, very slowly still, and the moment I look into its eyes, I realize that it’s Valeria. And she’s growling, her eyes shining with nothing but pure anger and hate. I can almost feel the levels of chaos emanating from her, moving in the air in waves. I can feel it getting to me too, urging me to finish what I started here. She slowly approaches, her mouth pulled back into a snarl and revealing her razor sharp teeth.

Gold is known to signify great power but the dark ones, I don't think I have seen an eye like that. That was actually what made him different. Why does it feel as if he could see through me with those eyes? As if he actually knows what I am thinking about but I doubt that is possible. "Can you hear me?" Adelina asked and only then did I actually realize she asked me a question after introducing herself. "I'm Valeria," I answered and waited for the maid to serve the food. "You are quite the charming type and you have a nice voice." She continued and I smiled because I could see she was driving at something. I am glad to know you will be getting married to the king." She said and I wondered wh

Mia Valisteen. Ray’s stepdaughter, the so-called “Valisteen Princess.” She didn’t belong in his world, not really. I could see it in the way she carried herself, always looking over her shoulder, as if she didn’t trust the ground beneath her feet. I didn’t know why I kept watching her, but I couldn’t look away. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was something darker—a reminder of how Ray took everything from me while building a new life for himself. But she wasn’t my enemy. Not yet anyway.

The lace edge of my panties visible for a split second before I straightened. I turned. Valentina was watching. Not moving. Not blinking. Her eyes were dark. Hungry. She didn’t speak. I handed her the folder. Fingers brushing hers. She took it. But she didn’t look away. “Sit,” she said. I sat. She opened the folder. Scanned it. Closed it. Then leaned back. “You dropped your pen.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Careless.” “I’m sorry.” She tilted her head. “Don’t be sorry. Be better.”

Like something I lost… without even knowing when it slipped away. --- Valentina’s POV The room was dark. I didn’t turn on the lights. I didn’t want to see anything. Not the mirror. Not the walls. Not myself. I sat on the floor, my back against the bed. My hands were cold. My chest felt tight. Everything felt… wrong. Evelyn’s words kept playing in my head. “How long will you stay in this house without giving this family an heir?” I clenched my fists. “I am not weak,” I whispered.

I am a man who gives orders, not one who follows them. Most of all, I would never help someone who had the Vance blood running through them. Never. --- “Oh my God! Finally, this is incredible!” Valentina closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction as she slurped the noodles, her mouth chewing noisily. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, clearly enjoying every bite. My frown deepened as I watched her, disgusted by the way she ate—like an animal, without a care in the world.

I didn't move. Valentina had stepped out from her room. She was wearing a tight black dress, showing off the small bump of her pregnancy. She was holding a black umbrella in one hand and touching her stomach with the other. "Teo." she whispered. I didn't look at her. My eyes stayed on the grave. "Go away, Valentina." "Teo, please. Come back in the room. You have been standing here for two hours." She reached out and touched my arm. "You are soaked. You eyes are red. You will get sick."

His cock stood hard and leaking, untouched for the last forty minutes while Valentina made him watch her slowly undress Elena. Elena stood under the rain, head tilted back, letting the water run down her tits and between her legs. Valentina circled her, fingers trailing, then pushed two fingers straight into Elena’s cunt from behind. Elena moaned, loud and open. Valentina curled her fingers and watched Elena’s walls flutter and grip. “Feel that?” Valentina said against Elena’s ear, loud enough for Dominic to hear. “She’s already quivering and I’ve barely touched her. Come here and taste.”

When I returned to the estate, the guards bowed, the staff scattered, and the air felt heavier. Valentina was in the atrium, alone, surrounded by the scent of jasmine and old vengeance. She sat with one leg folded beneath her, eyes closed like she was meditating. Or mourning. She didn’t look up when I entered. "You met him," she said softly. "Yes." "Did you kill him?" "Not yet." Her eyes opened slowly. They were tired. Not weak. Never weak. But full of the kind of exhaustion that came from loving men who only knew how to conquer.