Valerie Cossette の小説・ストーリー

A pair of strong, scarred arms wrapped gently around Alessia’s waist from behind. Valerie pressed her forehead against the space between Alessia’s shoulder blades, letting out a soft, sleepy breath. She had discarded her tactical Kevlar for a comfortable, oversized grey shirt. Without her weapons and leather jackets, she looked soft, beautiful, and entirely at peace. "You're thinking too loud again," Valerie murmured, her voice thick with sleep. She leaned up, planting a soft, lingering kiss on the uninjured side of Alessia’s neck.

He was too eager for the trip. Valerie shrugged and pressed play again then sat up straight. The black bags under her eyes had not disappeared even with the heavy makeup she had worn, and now she even looked a little thinner. Valerie held her forehead and tapped on the desk, her thoughts wandering but never at any point getting her any satisfaction. "Boss, uh, Miss Frost is in Paris and they've successfully agreed on the meeting schedule". Connor said the moment he stepped into Jeffery's office. He didn't know when his boss had gotten so invested in the fashion sector but at least he knew that his boss once despised it and gave it less attention but now, everything happening in V&M had to b

Valerie walked over and sat down on the couch beside her. "Hi… You must be Peter’s partner. I’m Valerie Bartz." "Hi… I’m Celeste Mason. Sorry, I’m a bit out of it—I dozed off for a bit."

An olive-colored shirt with a black knee-length spandex skirt. Valerie picked up a small pouch that held all her simple makeup tools. Valerie's face never had a problem with the substances in her makeup; all of her makeup was cheap makeup that she bought at a discounted price. A thin layer of pink lipstick on her pale lips was enough to beautify Valerie's face. She put her hair in a ponytail so as not to disturb her work. Valerie sprayed a perfume that had a fruity scent and put two small jeweled earrings on her ears. "I think my appearance is quite decent; nothing revealing, and I hope it's following company regulations." Valerie corrected her appearance once more in the mirror before she p

Valerie, meanwhile, had been silent for four days. I noticed that. I distrusted it immediately. She appeared at breakfast dressed in pale grey, elegant enough that Pamela complimented her sleeves before anyone had even finished pouring coffee. Her hair was pinned neatly at the nape of her neck, not a strand loose. Valerie sat in her usual place, two seats down from Rowan, and spoke to Kaelen about a charity committee matter. At the same time, Esther argued with Aaron over whether the southern patrol routes needed another vehicle. She looked entirely at ease. That unsettled me more than open hostility would have.

She will definitely understand his position. The whole day went away in a blink and the next day without waiting for anything Sinister went to pick Valerie up. As soon as she exited the orphanage she took his breath away. “Damn.” He mumbled to himself as he checked her out. She was dressed up in a sky blue sweater and white skirt which was reaching to her ankle with a white muffler around her neck. Her hairs were tied up in a side messy braid. How much he loves her dressing only he knows. She had light makeup on as well. He didn’t waste any time and walked closer to her. Valerie raised her eyebrows but then let out a surprised gasp when he wrapped his one buff arm around her waist and pulled

“I can’t take this, Ian. You are not listening to me.” Valerie pouted and approached her mother-in-law. “I’m sorry, darling.” She mumbled. “I will handle this. Relax, Mom and we can sort this out.” Valerie said as Genevive nodded. Once Genevive left, she approached Ian and held his hand as he told the doctor to continue treating him. She sighed and just stayed silent. ********* She wore a satin and silk dress with a corset design in an A-line skirt. Her hair was braided and rolled into a bun. Reid watched her getting styled by the people he hired. He took a photo of her many times. She smiled at him and he captured it.

“I should probably introduce myself properly. I’m Valeria Castillo. Vicente’s daughter. Killian’s cousin.” “I remember,” I said quietly. She smiled slightly. “I’m not like the rest of them. I don’t think you’re some scheming spy sent to destroy the pack.” “Thank you,” I said, surprised by the warmth in her voice. “Don’t thank me yet,” Valeria said with a wry smile. “I’m just honest. And honestly? You’ve got guts. Running away from your mating ceremony, standing up to Killian’s father, surviving poison. Most people would have crumbled by now.”

She responded before changing the subject and grabbed her belongings before leaving with the short-haired girl. Valerie Farrell is a hardworking employee who is also independent. She grew up in a wealthy household with a strong background and education, but once she graduated from college, she decided to work for herself and not rely on her parents or relatives for money. She has beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, an angelic lip shape, and an hourglass figure. Despite her hectic schedule, Valerie enjoys taking care of herself and her appearance.

“It’s not just any training center. It’s the place.” Her fingers trembled slightly as she stepped out. The moment she stood beside me, I saw something spark in her eyes. Uncertainty. Inside the studio, the air smelled of lavender, fresh foundation, and luxury perfumes. And then she walked in, Valeria Costa. She wore a crimson jumpsuit, her hair wrapped in a golden silk turban, brows arched like art. She walked with the confidence of a woman who knew she owned the room, and probably everyone in it.