Valeria Cod Novels & Stories

“Just call me Ares.” “Ares, well, I've been eating the food available to me, and sleeping where it's comfortable for me.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Valeria nodded. “Well, I got to this country a few months ago, and I've been sleeping in an abandoned vehicle.” Ares’ eyes widened. “The pay from Dan’s restaurant isn't much, so I eat what I can afford.” Valeria should be in her late 20s, and she had already gone through stress, he wondered what happened before she came to Singapore.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

“Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.” Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe House Selene worked fast, decrypting one file after another. The room glowed with green code and red alarms. “This is it,” she whispered. “Evelyn kept logs, scans, documents, AI-linked health reports.” Julian leaned in. “What are we looking at?” Selene tapped twice, and a medical record appeared. Subject: Valeria Vale Status: Female. Age: 21. Location: Classified. Project: CHIMERA.

Although I was used to being around classy people like this, it didn't mean I enjoyed the stiff atmosphere and boring business conversations. “You must be Belva Moguel.” I stiffened. She didn't seem surprised at my reaction. Instead, she just smiled deeper. I tilted my head, trying to remain calm. “And who are you?” She held out a hand. “Valeria Mikhailova.” I shook her hand hesitantly. “You know me?” Valeria took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, though she only held it without actually drinking it. “I've been working at Romanov International since ten years ago.”

I said and swallowed. “My name is Valeria Morwen ," I said and the people applauded me. “My father is one of the elders in the castle. He is also working at the council.” I said and continued. “But tonight is not about my father. It's all about me.” “I am Valeria and I will be your future Luna,” I said and the people cheered in delight. “You are so beautiful!” “We love you!” “You have such a nice voice” “Can we see you later?” “I would love to dance with you.”

She relaxed a little. I shook her hand, still held on to my strained smile which I could feel slipping every second. Sasha's skin was even softer than it looked, completely flawless. "Sorry. I er- had a hard time getting to work this morning, and I'm still a little er- flustered and out of sorts." She nodded in sympathy. "I understand perfectly. Happens to the best of us." "So I'm Valeria. Valeria Morre, as you already know. You are welcome to the Wolfgang Group of companies. I will be teaching you the ropes, so feel free to ask me any questions or tell me about any challenge you might have."

Beside her, Valeria appeared again. “Oh, Alpha Prince Alistair,” she said with a small smile. How on earth did she recognize me? Her eyes shifted between Elara and me, and Elara and she stared back at me. “I’ve heard a lot about you, even though you are practically invisible,” she stretched her hand towards me. I took it, shaking her slightly. Elara looked unbothered, not even staring at us, and that slightly made my stomach sink. “I’m Valeria…daughter of Alpha Valex.”

Valeria's smile widened. Elder Aldric leaned forward. "Valeria is the daughter of Alpha Aldric of Silvermoon. The second strongest pack in the territory. Marrying her would secure an alliance that would make you unstoppable. She is accomplished, respected, and loyal to this pack. She has worked at our research center for years. She is one of us." "I am aware of who Valeria is," Hector glanced subtly at him. "I am also aware of who she is not. She is not my Luna."

On a Sunday in November — the first Sunday in the new rhythm, the one where the calls with Rosa are in person because Rosa comes for lunch and stays for the film they always choose badly and enjoy anyway — Valentina sits at her kitchen table after her mother has gone home and thinks about the shape of the second life so far. Thirty-one years old. Military commission, complete with a coordinator role that changed how the programme works. A brief that Robert Cole is using as a framework for the European portfolio. A client list that is building, one right-fit engagement at a time. A mother who makes ceramic bowls and texts a man in Washington D.C. about them, and who went to Begur and talked a