Valeria Ds Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

"She might want to show you around herself." Kassian looked back at Valeria. He studied her for a moment. Then he turned back to me. "Is she qualified?" "I have a PhD," Valeria said quickly. Her voice was sharp. "I have been leading this project for months. I have made significant progress." "I see." Kassian nodded politely. "A PhD is very impressive. Where did you study?" "Silvermoon University." "Ah. Good school." He paused. "And what is your specialization?"

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."

*Chapter one* " I am not a virgin anymore!" repeated Valeria Thompson for the umpteenth time. Her tear-stained cheeks became wet again. She had done something truly scandalous. Unconsciously, she banged her head on the steering wheel bringing about it to hoot loudly. " Do you want to get me caught? This is not my car" she reprimanded the car pointing sternly at the steering wheel pouting her lips. Valeria was a sunset brunette. Her hair was shoulder length and mostly curly at the edges and a bit black at the roots. Her lips had a forever touch of shiny lip gloss naturally red. She was incredibly beautiful.

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.”

"She's a tool, Alerion. A very valuable tool with royal blood that certain people will pay handsomely to access. Her personal happiness is secondary to the advantages she can provide." A sharp clatter from outside the door overshadowed his words. Something had been dropped, probably by someone who hadn't expected to hear themselves described as a tool in quite such blunt terms. I was moving toward the door before the sound finished echoing through the hallway. "I'll check on that," I said, but I was already crossing the room. I found Valeria in the hallway, kneeling on the floor surrounded by scattered papers and notebooks. Her research, from the looks of it. Pages covered in her careful han

They believe she is the right fit for me. And they were right. In the long run, if I am not careful, she is going to be my weakness. “There is something you don't understand about Valeria.” I began and my other hand moved towards her delicate slim waist before tracing my hand up to the side of her breast. She stiffened and my wolf grew restless inside me. Intriguing. Her heart beat skyrocketed as she looked at me. Why act as if she is pure when she is the same woman who dances for me in the club?

“Is that an ex-girlfriend? An old assistant? You keep looking at me like I’m someone else, and it’s honestly creeping me out.” He didn't answer right away. He stood up slowly and walked toward the window, looking out at the gardens. The silence stretched between us until it felt like it was going to snap. “Valeria was someone who didn't take orders very well,” he said, his back turned to me. “She was stubborn. She was loud. She didn't care about professionalism or tardiness. She just did what she wanted. She didn't even like to work because she felt she was a princess and didn't need to work.”

“W-we-“ “Let me make something clear.” Her voice emitting a sinister tone. “You touch my friend; you say one more word to her and I will rip out your organs one by one.” “W-we are sorry, so sorry.” A string of apologies flies out their mouth. “You will never come here again, if I fucking see you – I will cut out your tongues and make you swallow it.” Valeria threatened coldly, “Do you understand?” “She’s humans.” One blurts out. “How can you-“