Novel & Cerita Valeria Ds

"You can keep your apologies to yourself and take it to your grave, it is no longer needed." Valentina said "I... I didn't mean to hurt you with... what I had done, I love you too much to hurt you like that, I wanted you... to be the one who... gives birth to my pups, that's why I took Dylan, because I saw him as mine. If... you were still mine, he would have been ours..." He said still wheezing in pain

"Good. Demanding. I like the work." "You sound settled." "I am." A pause — deliberate, the kind Isabel uses to create space for the thing she actually called to say. "I ran into someone this week. At a dinner David organized for some people from his firm." Another pause. "An American. Investment sector. He knew your name, Val." Valentina keeps her voice entirely even. "A lot of people from the New York internship circuit know my name. The sector is small." "He knew it specifically," Isabel says. "He said — and this is almost word by word — 'Valentina Serra, from Barcelona, currently on a military commission in Madrid. She's the sharpest person I've met in European hospitality marketing.' "

I didn't drink black coffee, it was just the least expensive thing on the list. "So," Diella started, landing her beautiful Hazel eyes on me. "Tell me about yourself. Where did you school at?" "I went to State University. I had a marketing degree." She clicked her teeth disapprovingly. "Well, I went to Yale and that's where I met Everett. His parents and mine were huge sponsors of the school so we became close." I nodded my head, already seeing where all of this was going. "Everett and I have such a special bond." She continued. "We share inside jokes, we have history and then Nuala is like a second mother to me. She calls me her daughter."

I looked up, and my good mood evaporated on the spot. Valeria Montes stood there, flanked by her two loyal sidekicks who had trailed her since high school as if attached by an invisible leash. Dressed in a tight, flashy mini-dress with her blonde hair gleaming flawlessly in the sunlight, her eyes locked onto me. "Surprised you made it here," Valeria said, crossing her arms as she judged me from head to toe, her gaze lingering on my beat-up canvas shoes. Her signature venomous smirk spread across her face. "Elena Castillo. I guess the rumors were true—you actually got a scholarship here. Make sure you use my tax money wisely, Lenatic."

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm

It wasn’t something she thought much about, but she noticed the way others sometimes glanced at her with confusion or unease. “Isn’t she cold?” one of the older warriors murmured to another as they passed by, bundled in heavy cloaks. “That child…she’s something else,” the other replied, shaking his head. But Valeria ignored the whispers. She had too much to do to dwell on their curiosity. She ran to the storage shed, where Beta Mason was now overseeing the stacking of crates. “Uncle Mason,” she piped up, tugging at the edge of his coat. “Do we need anything else? I can help!”

he replied quickly, almost too quickly. I leaned towards him, my mouth ending up near his ear. “I hope you’re telling the truth, Rogue. If I find out you’re lying to us or plotting anything at all, I will come down on you like a tonne of bricks. You’ll wish you were never born. And then we’ll take your territory.” “I’m not stupid, Karma. I know exactly what the Valkyrie are capable of and what the Duchess has had to do to prove she belongs in this world. Trust me, I am very aware that you are not a club I want to cross.”

My fingers brush against the smooth surface of the table. It feels real. Solid. And yet, I know the truth. This isn’t real. It's a dream. A lucid dream. I close my eyes. "I met someone." Her expression softens. "Oh?" I nod. "Valentine." "Valentine," she repeats, testing the name. "That’s a strong name. Is he good to you?" I smile faintly. "Yes." She exhales in relief. "Good. That’s all that matters."

She cannot survive in this type of world without any trusted aides, or anyone that would help her—she would need someone—and that is exactly why I want her to get familiar with Valeria and Elias—for they would be of good help to her, of immense help even. “Valeria used to work at the Royal infirmary, as a physician of the lowest order—not because she lacks the talent, but because it was the best way for her to remain out of sight, and to be able to monitor everything ongoing with out anyone suspecting her. I have placed her there, and she has been working there for nearly ten years now.” Ten years, that is how long Valeria has been working for me. How could I have any doubts for her loyalty?

Her demeanor was a mixture of nervousness and professionalism. With a few swift taps on the screen, I outlined the confidentiality clause in meticulous detail, emphasizing the need for secrecy and the consequences of any breach of trust. As the words took shape on the screen, Valeria waited; she was tapping her foot and biting her bottom lip. I then turned it to her to read. She acknowledged the content, and I turned it back to me. “Before we continue, I need to mention something. I began, “I believe it’s essential that we reside together. It’s crucial for maintaining the facade of a genuine relationship.”