Novel & Cerita Valentino X Lucifer

I'd just have to see if Matteo and Rowan were worth facing them. "Now, tell me about these sexy bosses of yours." I laughed, feeling better and forgetting about the incident with Rafael this morning. I didn't know much about the Valentino men, but I told her all I knew about them anyway. She searched them up and screamed when she saw a picture of them together because apparently, she didn't take a good look at Matteo the other night. "I can't even tell them apart!" "The one on the right is Matteo, the one we saw last night, while the other is Rowan." Rowan was wearing a sexy smile that was meant for the camera while Matteo had a blank and possibly, frustrated look as though he wanted to be a

Luca asked quietly. Leo looked around the glittering hall, the laughter, the press cameras, the facade. “Just be ready when I say.” Near the bar, Valentina had found company in a familiar face, Cristiano. He approached cautiously, watching as she tossed back another glass of whiskey. “Easy,” he said with a small laugh. “You’ll make a scene.” “It’s already a scene,” she said bitterly. He frowned. “What happened?” “That woman happened,” Valentina snapped. “She walked in like she belonged here. Leo, still blames me for the being the reason he almost lost everything.” She paused, lowering her voice. “And she didn’t come alone. Some man named Ethan Cross.”

From his possession to his lust-driven touch. He is an Alpha male. He's a breathing, walking, and talking predator, all decked out in an expensive Armani suit, with sin written all over his face. I am not a sinner, but I quickly find myself wanting to become one, and it scares the shit out of me. Don Alessandro Valentino is the dark, the danger, the connection to a life I want no part of. He is everything I shouldn’t want and the lure I simply can’t resist…

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

Veronica’s nails pressed into her palms as memories surged: Xavier pinning her against a wall, Xavier laughing into her throat, Xavier whispering that she alone understood the fire inside him. He had once been hers. And now he was Sophie’s. Rage curled slow and poisonous through her chest. “That one,” Lucian murmured, eyes fixed on Xavier. “Stronger than I expected.” “He is the strongest of them all,” Veronica said quietly. “He should have been mine.” Lucian gave her a sidelong look, a faint flicker of amusement and understanding there. “Then take back what should have been yours.” She almost smiled. There was something dark and familiar in him: the same hunger, the same conviction that the

We rounded upon a little crowd of students whispering amongst themselves, and pointing at something. “We should take a lo-” Vinn began saying but I was already moving towards them. My mouth fell open when I saw what it was. It was a Superleggera V4, and a Streetfighter. They were amongst the most expensive bikes, and sure did not belong to any of the students in the academy. I knew that because before today, my Ninja was the most admired. Before I could control it, I burst out enviously. “And what’s all the fuss all about?”

Lucian knelt over her right side, his long fingers caressing the inner slope of her thigh, while Damian knelt over her left, his heavy, calloused hand cupping the swell of her breast. "Look at you, Valerie," Lucian purred dark, leaning down so his deep baritone vibrated against her cheek. "Sitting on top of the world you helped conquer. No walls. No shadows. Only us." "I am yours, Lucian..." Valerie breathed out, her dark eyes heavy and dark with absolute surrender as her spine arched off the bed. "I am both of yours..."

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

“It’s strange because I no longer feel like I’m split in the middle. I know I’m Apolliana, but I also know that I’m Lana, and we’re both at peace. I’m no longer angry or out of control. I’m just happy to be here with you.” Lucifer lifts his head and rests his chin on top of my tummy. His hair is slightly tousled, and his jaw is stubbled, making me sigh with pleasure. He’s so beautiful that he takes my breath away. Lucifer rests sweet kisses over my stomach before he whispers, “I never officially asked you this. And I realize I’m a total git that I took this for granted before, but will you be my mate, Lana? Will you be my love forever.” he asks. I nod my head, “Yes, I’ll be your love forever

Devonne stated in confusion, still have no idea how to understand the situation. "My goodness," Iñigo muttered. Utter horror draw upon the faces of Iñigo and Francis. A young Lucifer is inside their very own house. "But I'm thankful because I have a distant cousin somewhere in Asia. I do hope he's the one they will pressure to continue the bloody legacy." Devonne boldly stated and apologizes for that. "So you knew about your family's darkest secret?" Iñigo was amazed how Renard took the courage to remove his son from the shelters of lies.