Valentina Reading Novels & Stories

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

“Val. You still working at that café downtown?” Valentina nodded. “Yeah. Double shifts mostly.” Sofia made a face. “You hate double shifts.” “I do.” “Then why?” Valentina shrugged. “Keeps me busy.” Sofia stared at her for a long moment. Then looked away. “Busy is good,” she said quietly. “I guess.” Luca’s fork paused mid-air. He didn’t speak. Just watched. The next day, Sofia brought a book to the table. A worn paperback some romance Valentina had lent her two years ago.

Feeling insecure, Marina stole a glance at Ryan, just to be sure he wasn't staring at those legs. "Are you getting jealous?" Ryan threw the question at Valentina while his arm was still draped around Marina's shoulders. Valentina gave a short chuckle, and folded her arms. "Jealous? Well, no. I'm not, and I will never be. I just hate people who", she stopped, and returned a hostile glance at Marina, "pretend a lot." She turned back to look at Ryan. "You should be careful of them." Ryan's expression changed, and his arm loosened around Marina's shoulders. "Where did you leave my son?"

I paused outside the designated door for the girls, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Perhaps this wasn't the time for this, and I was wrong. But I couldn't walk away. Not this time. The door opener with a faint creak, revealing a small room illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the curtains. Valentina, tesoro, lay closest to the door, her body curled in on itself, her breathing slow and steady. Her hair which I loved to run my hands through was a chaotic halo around her face, blond strands sticking to the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead.

She yelled towards the back and then totally ignored me and continued reading her book. “Hi, I’m Yara and I’m going to be interviewing you today.” The person the front desk girl call said. She had a wide smile on her face, she looked like a kid in a candy store like she liked what she her job which is weird because nobody I know likes their job! “I am Valentina… Valentina Sanchéz.” I replied. Her smile grew wider.

I needed to get over Val, so I wouldn't give Julie anything to worry about. “Fuck my life.” I hissed as I settled my empty glass on the desk and made to grab the bottle when Julianne's phone lit up and a message popped on her screen. I didn't mean to read the message but Valentina’s name that I saw made me grabbed the phone and I read it with my heart beating so fast. “So, Natt, you don't have to think too much about what I…” Julianne was still saying when I stood up from the seat, my hands were trembling so bad as I moved a little forward, closing the distance between us.

"A $4 million debt stole her freedom One reckless slap changed her life forever." Valentina Russo refused to bow before the most feared man in the underworld—Don Damiano Moretti. Instead of killing her, he made her an offer she couldn’t escape: become his wife… or watch her family burn. Trapped in a gilded prison, Valentina vows to hate the ruthless mafia king who stole her freedom. But Damiano isn’t after obedience he wants her heart, her fire, and her surrender. As deadly enemies close in and buried secrets threaten to destroy them, passion ignites into obsession. In a world ruled by blood, power, and betrayal, can the Don’s captive become the only queen capable of conquering the b

And there—beneath the silver crest of the Ebon Moon—stood Valentina Rodriguez, my mate. She remained composed despite their intense observation. She neither averted her eyes nor inclined her head. Instead, she stood erect, her shoulders aligned, her chin raised, as if she were an intrinsic part of the ground upon which she stood. Her presence seemed to dominate the chamber, permeating every space, every shaded recess, much like a tempestuous wind building pressure against the walls before a storm's arrival.

My eyes trail up to its owner, and my breath catches. “What are you doing?” My voice is raspy, barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to break the heavy silence. He doesn’t flinch, his expression calm and maddeningly unreadable. “Trying to feed you,” Valentine says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He shifts closer, lowering his arm. “Drink.” The scent of his blood fills the air, intoxicating and irresistible...like cinnamon. I feel my hunger clawing at me, demanding I obey, but I push myself away, pressing my back against the headboard.

I asked. "Your dignity," she responded back, leaning backward from me. "And the satisfaction of watching them all fall." I almost laughed because those things don't mean anything to me. But what might actually prompt me to help her is her. “ I do not need things, Valentina.” I watched her reaction, trying to gauge if she would run when she understood my words. “ What do you need then? Tell me, I will give you anything.” She sounded so desperate that I knew even if I disagreed to help her, she would find another way to get her revenge on Silas.