Valentina Valshe Nude

Le jour qui aurait dû être celui de mon mariage — la mariée n'était pas moi. La cérémonie que j'avais attendue cinq ans est devenue une farce lorsque Valentina, ma sœur, a descendu l'allée de marbre vêtue d'une robe de mariée blanche. Son bras est passé sous celui de Luca — l'homme qui était censé m'attendre à l'autel. « Désolée, Bianca, » a-t-elle murmuré doucement. « Mais aujourd'hui, tu n'es plus la mariée. » Puis elle a touché son ventre, le regard brillant de triomphe. « Je porte l'enfant de Luca. » Ses mots ont explosé dans mon crâne, et le monde entier est devenu silencieux. Comme si elle craignait que je ne la croie pas, elle a levé vers la lumière un objet brillant. Une image échographique en noir et blanc. On y lisait clairement : Âge gestationnel — 12 semaines. Mes yeux se sont embués, la douleur des larmes a percé alors que je me suis tournée vers Luca, cherchant désespérément quelque chose — un déni, une explication, un regret. Mais il n'a fait que soupirer, las et résigné. « Bianca, je suis désolé, » a-t-il dit impuissant. « Valentina n'a plus beaucoup de temps. Ce mariage… c'était son dernier vœu. » « Je te compenserai, » a-t-il ajouté. « Nous pourrons faire un autre mariage plus tard. » Mon père, Moretti, s'est tenu derrière lui, arborant cette sévérité qu'il avait eue toute ma vie. Je ne l'ai jamais vu me sourire, pas même une fois. « Bianca, » a-t-il dit d'un ton tranchant, « Valentina est mourante. Laisse-lui ça. » Mon frère a hoché la tête sans prononcer un seul mot, comme si cela suffisait à être une réponse solide. Toute ma vie, ils l'avaient choisie, elle — ses larmes, ses caprices, ses besoins — plutôt que moi. Aujourd'hui, ça ne faisait pas exception. Quelque chose en moi s'est brisé silencieusement. Très bien. Si personne dans cette famille ne se soucie de moi, je partirai.

Pendant trois ans, Maya Rhodes a vécu comme une ombre dans le manoir de la famille Martinez. Chorégraphe, elle avait accepté un mariage de convenance pour sauver son studio de danse au bord de la faillite, finissant par devenir invisible dans sa propre maison. Elle a élevé Isabella, sa belle-fille par contrat, avec dévouement. Elle a géré la vie de célébrité chaotique d'Antonio. Elle a excellé dans tous les rôles, sauf celui qui comptait vraiment : celui d'épouse aimée. Quand Valentina, le premier amour d'Antonio, la prima ballerina qui l'a brisé, revient de sa tournée européenne, Maya voit tout s'effondrer. Sa belle-fille l'appelle désormais « Mama V ». Antonio sourit à nouveau, mais jamais à elle. Même la maison qu'elle entretenait devient le théâtre de leurs retrouvailles. Puis vient la soirée de gala caritative où Maya s'effondre sur scène et Antonio se précipite pour rattraper Valentina qui est en train de s'évanouir. Reléguée dans l'ombre, oubliée et blessée, Maya comprend enfin que certains contrats ne valent pas la peine d'être honorés. Se battra-t-elle pour un amour qui n'a jamais existé ou orchestrera-t-elle sa propre sortie ?

~There are certain expectations when a principessa is born to the Italian Famiglia~ Valentina Gia Salvatore, Wife to Julio Salvatore, matron of the Salvatore Family. It's been two years since I was tied in the vows of holy matrimony with my husband, I vowed to be loyal to him, as my husband, and my capo, I have. What I didn't promise was to love him and now I do. With blood, sweat, and tears. I am a mother, a sister, and the wife of the Capo Dei Capi of the Italian family. I have everything I could ever want; I thought things would settle down and I would finally stop learning, but I was wrong. Note: This is part of a series and is to be read in order. if you are here after reading MAFIA RULES, welcome and enjoy the ride!

Valentina is a fearless warrior who trains teenagers in her pack. She doesn't care about what anyone thinks of her and she doesn't care that she hasn't found her mate even at 22 years of age. She prefers her independent lifestyle over one with a mate. On one fateful day, the royal family comes visiting and she finds out that the prince of the entire werewolf kingdom is her mate. When she goes with him to his palace, she finds out that he is dominant -as dominant as she is even. Will she submit to him to make their relationship work or will she still want to be independent and dominant just as she has always been? Read this amazingly spellbinding story to find out.

Malia Amari Valentina, a young girl of Spanish origin, grew up in the Caribbean isles. At the age of 10 she was introduced to a world no other human has ever seen. She lives her life full of secrets and her family and friends have no idea of the supernatural world they lived in, or so she thought. Malia is soon to be eighteen and her body is going through some changes that she cannot control. Mother Nature tries her best to hide her from the evil which wants to consume and kill her. Her world turns over on her birthday never to be the same again. Fear breaks her whilst love makes her stronger. Fighting for her family she loses herself to the darkness that wants to consume her from within.

It was never Mila's intention to send explicit images of herself to her crush's father. The realization that her dad's best friend had seen her nude was a nightmarish thought she wished to wake up from. To her surprise, Mr. Williams requested another naked picture of her. But she couldn't comply. He was her crush's father and her father's best friend. How could she possibly act like nothing had happened when they were coming over for dinner? Feeling trapped as Mr. Williams cornered her. He used one hand to pull up the bottom of her dress and the other to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back. "Please," Mila whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams." A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her buttocks. "You have no idea how much power I hold over you, Mila," he murmured. "Anything I desire, you will give me, or do you want me to show your father the picture you sent me?" Mila's grip on the counter grew tighter as she pushed her backside against him. This was all a mistake. It felt so wrong. "What do you want?" she asked. "You, on your knees in front of me."

COVER PHOTO CREDITS: Monique Albatross A nice hockey romance is waiting for you... but it is also full of unexpected twists, action, and happy endings. Nathaniel is a new hockey player from Canada and Valentina is just a sports reporter who hates hockey players...Or so she tells herself... sparks will fly, promises will be made and broken...secrets are getting uncovered... and since we are at it already let's find a happy ending for the whole team, shall we? dive with me into a whole series of hockey love steam and action In the second story you get to know Anabelle and Seth, each of them has a story that could break your heart...but would they heal, or ruin each other? And so much more awaits you...

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

Once upon a time in a promiscuous beach resort which has a prude and nude side called Hydrus Haven, there was a fortress owned by a mysterious woman named Sheeva Mae Corporal. She's known for her old-fashioned black temple dress na mukha at kamay lamang niya ang nakikita. Her behavior and super conservative outfit were utterly out of place against the backdrop of the said haven for n*dists. The fortress and its owner alone had been a pain in the ass of the Turkish-Filipino owner of Hydrus Haven. Walang makapagsasabi kung ano ang tunay na misteryong bumabalot sa kakatwang tahanan na iyon ng dalaga. Fck whatever those goddamn mysteries na kinakanlung ng beach house na iyon! Basta ang natatanging layunin lamang ni Hydrus Horizon Hugo ay ang magiba ang bahay na iyon na sakop pa ng property na kanyang nabili. Subalit ang lagay ay dadanak daw muna ang dugo ng dalaga bago magtagumpay si Hydrus na maipagiba ang tahanan niya. Paano siya magtatagumpay na ipagiba ang bahay na iyon kung sa bawat impormasiyon na nakukuha niya tungkol sa misteryosong babae ay siya ring unti-unting paglambot ng puso niya? Would he be able to undesired the mysterious woman incessantly or would he forbid himself from adoring the exciting wonders his heart feels for her?

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?