Valhalla Romance Options Novels & Stories

Like what he tought us. "I won't waver any more, Hailey." his cold and dark voice gives chill inside me. "Whether you like it or not, you will marry Mr. Villanueva. He's a colleague of mine. An investor too in our company. He's one of the famous and successful bachelors in Asia. He also want to marry someone because of some matters connected to business. And I said he should only marry you. I showed him your pictures and he liked it. That's why he agreed. Tomorrow he agreed to meet you." I was surprised by what he said.

"Yup. Venice, the city of love. Perfect for a honeymoon. And I promise, no bikinis." She rolled her eyes. "Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" His grin was unrepentant. "Tried to. There's the food." He kissed his fingers and rattled off something in Italian. "The music and the art. You are going to love Venice, mia cara." "There's no third party present, Drew. You don't have to call me a pet name." "Friends have pet names for one another." She placed the heel of her palms over her eyes. "Don't tell me that, Drew."

Leading me to question myself — Is Savannah Alesaandros' daughter and if she is, why did Rose lie? Why did she opt out, and choose to marry Roman who was gay and supposedly couldn't father children, instead of Alessandro? But more so, how does my captor know so much, and who is he to the Valentino family?

Amanda added while smiling, making my cheeks flush. “Auntie Amanda’s right,” Donna chimed in. “We want to see little Elle and little Navid already.” “So we decided to give you those tickets. And you've got nothing to worry about. Everything’s arranged. All you have to do is enjoy yourselves. Enjoy each other’s company and, of course, make some babies! We even picked the perfect time. Since it’s winter in Japan, it is perfect for honeymooners,” Hany added excitedly. My cheeks burned even more.

I came here to clear my head, not recruit-but hell, maybe fate just handed me the perfect candidate. "When you're homeless, jobless, and broke, your only currency tends to be word of mouth," she chuckles dryly. "I'm Valeria, by the way. Val for short." Shit. "Forgive my manners. I'm Dante Romano." Valeria nods but doesn't say anything. I study her for any hint of surprise and conclude she's either new in town or good at masking her emotions. "You've got a beautiful name, Valeria," I say, testing it.

I came here to clear my head, not recruit-but hell, maybe fate just handed me the perfect candidate. "When you're homeless, jobless, and broke, your only currency tends to be word of mouth," she chuckles dryly. "I'm Valeria, by the way. Val for short." Shit. "Forgive my manners. I'm Dante Romano." Valeria nods but doesn't say anything. I study her for any hint of surprise and conclude she's either new in town or good at masking her emotions. "You've got a beautiful name, Valeria," I say, testing it.

She woke with tears she as couldn’t explain nor does she know what the dream means. --- The next morning, Valentina stood on the balcony looking the sea, a document in hand. “Pack your bags,” she announced without turning. “We leave for Rome within the week.” Valerie blinked. “Rome?” Valentina’s smile curved slowly, dangerously. “Yes, querida. An opportunity has arrived. A partnership with Roth Enterprise.” The name struck something deep inside Valerie. Her breath faltered, a flicker of panic she couldn’t explain. “Roth?” she whispered, her heart aching.

Valeria was seated by the window, her gaze fixed on the calm sea scenery outside. She appeared lost in thought, a faint smile playing on her lips. The door creaked open, and Riche entered the room, his presence filling the room with a vibrant energy. Entering with a confident stride he approached Valeria and asked her. “Valeria, my dear, are you ready to go home now?” He sat on the bed with Valeria and kissed her forehead. Valeria turned from the window, her eyes brightening at the sight of Riche. She shot up gracefully from her seat, a sense of excitement twinkling in her eyes. She could not help but feel good at the thought of going home.

“The first one. The make-or-break one. The ‘let me show you the version of me that still knows how to feel alive’ kind of date.” Valeria narrowed her eyes. “Have you been watching romance movies again?” “Three this week,” Elena said proudly. “One with a pirate. Two with a brooding architect. All inspiring. Now…..” she clapped her hands dramatically. “We begin Operation Date Night.” Valeria shook her head but didn’t protest. The truth was, it felt good. Elena circled her like a stylist assessing her canvas. “I’m thinking deep emerald green. Off the shoulder. Hair loose, natural waves. Oh, and those heels that make your legs look like they were carved by angels.”

You could say they completed each other in every way possible. “Slow down Valey. You already know her name so that is a start. I have no idea where she is from, but I would say she is from America judging by her accent. She does not speak the British English that much is for sure. She had problems with fish and chips just like me and Nathaniel had it when we first arrived. And no Valentina, we are not together or a thing or a couple or whatever other word you want to use. We are just friends you can say. And I will not answer the question about what she is like. You will have to wait and see it for yourself.” I could hear a groan from the other side of the line before a replay came, “You ar