Novel & Cerita Valentino X Alastor

Her every fear that Sinister successfully lessened once again got increased at how painfully and cruelly he kissed her. He bit her lips eating them like a vicious beast. He tasted her blood but nothing was enough to cool his anger down. He was seething from the moment Chris told him about Valerie and Sinister kissing and how they were hugging each other. It burnt him. She never let him even hug her with her consent and here she was letting that piece of shit touch her like she’s his. She needs to know who owns her and this time he will not be that much lenient. Now she will see who Xavier Valentino really is.

Eager to punch him black and blue. Just as they stepped out of the elevator, both of them stopped in their tracks at the sight in front of them. Damon felt someone was fisting his heart in their hands as his eyes landed on a man hovering over a petite nurse, sucking each other's faces off. Valerie. It was her. Without a doubt it was her. Just one glance and he averted his gaze away from the couple perched up on the wall unaware of his burning eyes, spitting fire in their direction.

Enzo Valenti scares me, and— His shirt is on the ground! I can see his tattoos, his physique is.....wait, Why is he undressing? What is he planning on doing to me? I swear to If this man tries to force himself on me I will cut him open with his belt buckle, consequences be damned. Rest assured I will enjoy every second of it, I will feed on the anguish on his face as I send him back to hell where we both belong. “Alessandra” he coos, his eyebrows furrowed. “Is something wrong?”

She possesses a different quality—something more intense, more gentle, and frustratingly vibrant in ways that Dayneris never was. Still… How do I say this without screwing up? Without her thinking I'm hung up on someone who's gone? “Mine,” I whisper against Valentina’s temple, tightening my hold until she breathes more evenly. “Nothing can take you away from me.” ‘Alessio smells of deception. His hunger of ruining you has been growing for centuries, Andres. But now it sharpens on something far more dangerous—Valentina, he's prying over her.’ Czer warned me.

“Very well. No stylist. But the car still comes at six.” “I don’t even know what he’s like,” I mutter, my curiosity getting the best of me. “He’s... complicated, our boy,” Mr Valentino says, matter-of-fact. “He doesn’t want this. But he knows the cost of disobedience.” “And what does that mean?” I ask slowly. “It means,” Mrs Valentino says, “you are not his prisoner. But you are not his partner either. This arrangement is not romantic, and knowing Stephani, it most likely never will be.”

Valerie hovered over her, her gaze fierce and worshipful as she unbuttoned the silk shirt, revealing the smooth skin beneath, marred only by the fading silver scar on Alessia's shoulder—a reminder of the day they had truly found each other. Valerie leaned down, her lips tracing a path from the hollow of Alessia’s throat to the sensitive skin over her collarbone, her touch deliberate, mapping every inch of the woman she loved. Alessia arched into the warmth, her fingers tangling tightly in Valerie's hair, her breath hitching as the slow-burning tension coiled tight in the center of her chest.

Her eyes were red from the basement stress, but there was no emotion on her face. When Dante entered the room, the stylists froze and bowed slightly. Dante walked slowly toward Valentina, studying her from head to toe. “You look… stunning,” he said quietly. Valentina didn’t respond immediately. She kept her hands folded on her lap. Dante’s eyes lingered on her face, but then they hardened. “You know the consequences of what you did tonight,” he said coldly. “You will face them.” Valentina swallowed. Her throat tightened. She waited a few seconds… then nodded.

Something to clear my head. Somehow, that walk led me here. And somehow, my eyes found him. Alistair Morano, number 7, black jersey clinging to his frame, hair slicked back with sweat. He looked like sin dipped in sunlight, sharp jaw set in frustration as he screams something I couldn't even hear through the loud boos to his teammates. I watch as a guy from the Veritas team strikes the ball toward Aurum goalpost, the ball slipping past the keeper and into the net.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

His eyes were still hard and full of anger. "I...I…aaah!!" Valentina gasped when Xavier picked her up in his arms in bridal style. He strode off towards the hotel without caring for her apologies. ***** Valentina gulped down her saliva when Xavier threw her down on the bed. He harshly took off his jacket. Valentina's eyes widened when he ripped off his shirt into two. His toned chest and abs flashed out in front of her eyes. He hovered over her body and pressed her down on the bed, pinning her hands on either side of her head.