Valeria And William Novels & Stories

“No, you can’t. I’m not going.” Lady Vivianne looked more irritated than a cat in a rainstorm. “Oh, shut up, Valerie. It’s done and the agreement is signed. Where exactly do you think you’ll go? You have nothing. You are nothing.” Sonia smirked. “She’s right, you know. You’re just an Omega and a knocked-up one at that. Who would even want you? At least this way, you’re good for something.” She wrinkled her nose. “Even if it’s just as a punching bag for some brute.”

I gently helped her upright, steadying her. We were about to continue walking when I saw Valeria. She moved toward us, her steps purposeful, her expression calm, but that small, teasing smile tugged at something inside me. “So… this is where you’ve been all this time,” she murmured. Before she could respond, I closed the distance between us, pulling her closer. My lips brushed against her neck, soft, teasing, and possessive. “Did you miss me that much,” I whispered, my voice low, dangerous, “that you had to come find me?”

But I don't listen to them, and I flip the first page. When I open it, I see lots of pictures, and lots of dates revolving around the period I was born. But that's not what scares me. Not even the blood stains all over the documents scare me. What scares me is the birth certificate I find. 'Name: Valeria Johansson. Date of Birth: 19th November, 2000. Gender: Female. Born 4 a.m.,Kingard Yarn Hospital, 2nd Avenue, off Westbrooke Metropolitan Way, Illinois.

Never. Her head snapped up only to find that familiar man coming towards her. The vicious man perfectly matched the partner of her master. Chris. "Hello, Bella. It's been a long time. I am sorry for what happened before. Liza brainwashed me I am sorry." Valerie slowly stood up keeping her hand on the side of her stomach. She couldn't help but question in her mind. How can these people say sorry like it's a joke? They say sorry whenever they feel like and they never meant it.

"You were perfect. You were in your element. You know, it's really nice seeing you for the first time at work, looking all efficient and in control. No wonder everyone insists that you continue to be a part of the project." "You looked all composed yourself. Seriously, thanks for doing this, Noah. You are really a good friend." Half hidden behind the door, I raised a brow. It was odd that Valeria would call Noah a friend. From the snippet of conversation I heard, they had not used even one term of endearment. Valeria had said that they were getting married, but this was certainly not how people who were in love talked to each other. Even though I hadn't cared one bit for Summer, my conversat

Silence followed. Not immediate outrage. Not disbelief yet. Just silence. Valeria blinked once. Then let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” she said. “I haven’t,” Victoria replied calmly. Valeria shook her head slightly. “A marriage contract? To a billionaire? This sounds like something people joke about in movies.” “It’s not a joke,” Victoria said. Valeria leaned forward now, voice lowering. “Victoria, I’m trying to save my brother, not join a reality experiment.”

“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.

I asked sliding my tongue over my top lip again. He stared at me with hot eyes for a few seconds, cleared his throat, and shifted in his seat. He picked up the cheese-laden cracker and gently fed me, then slid his hands slowly across my lower lip. I sighed softly, loving the feelings he ignited in me just from one touch. Lewis sighed softly too and I saw that his light brown eyes had become dark and he had the hot look on his face again. He took my hands and pecked them one after the other. “You do so many things to me, Valerie. You also make me feel many things. Many unwelcome but enthralling things that I like a lot”

Cynthia's high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts. "But ma'am, she's on the list." He said the confusion in his brows was still evident. The list? I arched my brows a notch. It can't be! "You must be joking!" Cynthia continued to bicker. Valeria cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else. My name is Valentina Wilson from the Red Moon Pack, and I am also one of the shareholders. It's nice to make your acquaintance." She said it calmly and extended a hand for a handshake, but Cynthia didn't receive it.

The entire place had been cleared, leaving only the table where Xavier and Valeria were seated. Xavier wore a brown pair of trousers with a cream shirt that made him look relaxed in contrast to the tension he seemed to be carrying. Valeria, however, stood out completely in a bright yellow dress, her curly hair falling naturally over her shoulder in soft waves that gave her a presence that was both delicate and striking at the same time. Damián took his seat calmly, immediately noticing that Valeria had already started eating. “She was hungry,” Xavier explained quickly, almost as if he was defending her, “she just could not wait.”