Valerie Irene Novels & Stories

Valentina said "Valentina what are you saying? Do you know what you are talking about? That would mean little Annabelle wouldn't have been born." "... look I am not in the mood, I am going to train." "It's late Val, you need to rest." "I will rest when the bodies of the perpetrators are lying beneath my feet, I will rest when Dylan is found." Valentina said and walked away "Don't shut me out." Ryan called out after her "I am not doing any of that. You are my mate aren't you?" Valentina said and walked away to the training room She wanted to train so as to forget the incident that happened six years ago, Ryan followed her and said

It's difficult to read him "Be careful with the bag, please". I blurted when I saw him carry it like he has a problem with it. "Can you be kind enough to help me out, I am trying here!". He fired back at me. I rolled my eyes and hesitated for a while before dragging myself to get the rest of our stuff. I am a 23 years old woman but I still act like a teenager, sometimes; overly dramatic especially when things don't go my way. Xanvier, on the other hand is 24. A top-notch interior designer with many awards.

Good. As I walked toward the exit tunnels with Tyrone by my side, I felt the weight of ten years of peace behind me and the fire of a decade-old war ahead. I was Valerie, the Detective Alpha, and I was going to find out exactly who had stolen the life I was supposed to have. From the distance, Tyrone stood near the gates looking as handsome as ever. I smiled but he doesn't return it. Grabbing me by the waist, he planted a deep, intoxicating kiss on my lips almost stealing my breath away. He pulled back only to say.

However, I kept quiet and watched and eventually took a glass of water and gulped it down my throat. Annoyingly, she turned back. It was at that point that Alpha Kelly heard her footsteps and raised his head; before he could say a word, she disappeared out of sight. “W..wh..is she?” I eventually found myself asking him. “You don't have to worry about her. What is your name?” he asked, staring into my eyes. “Valera!” I responded in a low, soft voice. “Do you care for a glass of wine?” he asked to reach out to one of the big bottles of colored red water.

Whoever it was that helped keep his mate alive deserved his gratitude. “Who is he?” Dylan asked, his voice was calm as he was still flabbergasted to see his mate alive. “Xavi!” Isabel called out her cousin, who unknown to Dylan was standing outside the study. Why was she calling out Xavi? Dylan wondered. Xavi couldn’t possibly be the person she was referring to, because he had been in the Pride pack the entire time, he mentally said to himself. His thoughts was interrupted by his beta walking into the study with a boy over a year old in his arms.

He takes a step to the side, twisting his body back towards the vehicle, and extends his hand to me. “Don Valentino, you look dashing tonight. Did you bring a date?” “Don Valentino, is it true that you're seeing Ivy Bishop? The sister of your late sister-in-law?” “Don Valentino, marry me! I LOVE YOU!!!” “OMG!! Don Valentino is here and he looks hot as fuck. Did he bring a date? I bet she's a blonde bimbo with fake tits and fake lips!!” People endlessly call out to him and I had no idea he was so well-known in the media industry, and this discovery has left me feeling completely overwhelmed.

Irene Colette laughed and replied, "It is very rare to find someone who's a big fan of snoop, especially when it's the wife of one of the most influential CEOs in the world. I'm very pleased to meet you. I heard about the death of your son, I'm so sorry about that," Valerie sighed and gave a tight-lipped smile, "It's not your fault. He was sick and was neglected by his parents," Irene smiled softly and placed a hand on her shoulder before opening her bag and bringing out a stack of files. Valerie's expression contorted into one of confusion as she began opening them one by one. She finally took out a book that had images of two people whom she despised. "Do you know them?" Irene asked, tappi

I literally started to panic, Javier is sleep on the couch and Kaylen is too. Valerie pours us some whiskey and she sits on the floor , legs crisscrossed and she said " Luna my love what happened at the restaurant!" I huffed my held my head up high and I sipped on the whiskey. Looking Valerie directly in the eyes I sternly said, " she cornered me in the hallway asking why was I here." Puzzled Valerie looks at me asking "did you know her?" " is she a carmen fan" "omg lunnnaaa "

She moved to Aaron’s side and glanced down at his legs. No wrinkles, pants still buttoned. Turning to the woman, Selena asked, "What’s your name?" The woman instinctively glanced at Aaron for help. Aaron didn’t hesitate. "Why are you looking at me? My wife is talking to you." The woman, clearly embarrassed, stammered, "I... I’m Valarie Rich." Selena quickly recalled—Valarie was a rising star, someone who had gained fame from a recent talent show. "And what were you just doing?" Selena asked again.

The caption screams in bold letters: CRUZ HOLDINGS CEO'S SECRET ROMANCE: Who Is The Mystery Woman? My blood runs cold, my fingers trembling. The photo is clear. His hand is on my lower back, and my face tilts up toward his. I drop the magazine as if it has burned me. "Oh my God," I whisper. "Zara." I look up, and Valerio is standing in the doorway of his office. His expression is unreadable, but I can see the storm beneath the surface. "Come in," he says. I walk into his office on shaking legs. The moment I step inside, he closes the door and draws the blinds, the click of the remote loud in the silence.