Valeria Cod Novels & Stories

Monterrey, Mexico — 7:42 a.m. The office of Herrera & Sons gleamed under the harsh morning lights—an intimidating temple of glass, steel, and silent judgment. Everything about it screamed cold efficiency... just like its CEO. Into that icy perfection stormed Valeria Mendoza—twenty-six years old, five-foot-five of determined chaos—clutching a leaking caramel macchiato and her last shred of patience. "¡Maldita sea!" she hissed, frantically dabbing at the spreading coffee stain on her cream blouse with a disintegrating napkin.

“Only that the voice on the line knew things only your mother’s contact should have known. Access codes. Payment schedules. The kind of detail you don’t get unless you’ve been inside the operation for a long time.” Dante’s expression had gone distant, calculating, the way it did whenever pieces of a puzzle started arranging themselves into a shape he didn’t like. “Valeria. Pull every transaction tied to this account again. Every single one, not just the ones matching known incidents.” Valeria was already moving, her tablet glowing in the dim light of the safehouse as she cross-referenced the data. Minutes stretched into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by Kesic’s shallow breathing and t

I tapped my bandaged foot on the floor boards, the pain had seized completely but I was the ankle was still weak. “Gawd!!” He exclaimed in frustration. “I’ve never done such a job ever, who are you? Why are they so many Hunters after you?” He asked and I was sure I could see a tangle of fear and frustration in his eyes. I am, Valerie, the daughter of pack Alpha of the pack Mo'monte. Sold to be betrothed to the Alpha Emeral and ran away thereby violating my betrothal and becoming officially a criminal stray when the Alpha had tried. To take advantage of me.

“Our covert detail has established a three-layer security perimeter across the mountain compound. She is safe, sir.” Morgan exhaled, a faint wave of relief crossing his chest before his expression hardened once more. “Ensure she remains undisturbed—by the press, or by anyone my Mother sends. Now… show me what we have.” Noah hit Enter on his console. The central screen instantly filled with a dense digital file bearing Valeria Danubrata’s name: her full history, financial records, and every domestic and international flight she had taken over the past twelve months. “Initial findings confirm the story Valeria presented to Madam Helena is a carefully constructed lie,” Noah began, his voice the

Aiden refuted, standing in front of Isabella, practically covering her with Valeria. "Jump, you're wrong, I don't need your help, or you lend yourself to anything..." Valeria crossed her arms. - I will win this, Zara and Emma's dogs are not competition for me, obviously I will win that award, Máximo Collins... She sighed looking at Maximo from a distance. Then, Valeria looked away at Isabella, who was practically hiding behind Aiden. "You're no competition to me, you dead fly, you're definitely too little to be taken into account."

Valeria, who was generally patient, couldn't stand it anymore. Eventually, Vanya started asking about Shane more directly. Frustrated, Valeria told her to stop mentioning their family matters and referred to him as her brother-in-law. Vanya persisted, saying they were just cohabiting, and maybe one day they would divorce. Valeria, knowing about the family's financial situation, felt increasingly irritated.

“Was worth it, just to watch you do that.” I chuckle, “So are you more of a breast or ass woman?” I inquire. “I’m an Izzy kind of woman. Meaning, I crave every inch of you from head to toe.” My cheeks heat up at her words, but soon I hear the sound of something clicking. The bed dips and Valeria straddles my ass. I feel something warm begin to drip onto my skin and then I feel Valeria’s hands gliding up my back, her thumbs and fingers kneading deeply into my muscles.

he said, fumbling with the remote. “What is it?” I demanded, my voice tight. “The TV… it’s news. Nationwide,” he said, barely able to finish. I followed him quickly, ignoring the burning ache in my gut. The moment I saw the screen, fury ignited like a wildfire. There she was. Valeria. My queen. Labeled a dangerous criminal. Dock footage played repeatedly. The reporters’ voices overlapped. “…Valeria is wanted for murder of a federal officer…” “…escaped custody last night… led a human trafficking ring…”

said Alex with a smirk . " Pinching myself with needles is part of my job . I am a stylist in case you have forgotten . As for shorty..........you are short . " said Valeria with an annoyed expression . When she tried to reach the mannequin's head , her foot suddenly slipped . She was about to fall on the ground but Alex hurried to her side and caught her before she could fall . Alex held her in his arms and looked at her face . Valeria was surprised when Alex caught her . She looked at his eyes as his warm look wrapped her .

Valeria let herself breathe again, taking a glass of wine from a the waiter passing by. “You okay?” Elena asked, observing her curiously. Valeria nodded. “I’m good. This is better than I expected.” Elena introduced her to fashion investors and magazine editors. Valeria laughed politely through it all, exchanging business cards with a smile on her face. But then smile vanished when her gaze landed on him. Ares.