Valiente Ferdinand Novels & Stories

Because even though Ferdinand doesn't like my father, he wants to defend my father. I also felt sorry when Ferdinand was unconscious for three days after that big battle. That's also proof that he actually loves my father too. I also swear that if Vera and Gerard live again I will not forgive them. Because of them I almost died. But this is not as easy as I imagined. Several times I had to experience difficult times when there was a lot of terror. Especially when I miscarried at that time. I really hate Vera and Gerard.

And for the first time since that night in the ruins… I was afraid. Not for me. But for them. Because Ferdinand wasn’t just coming for revenge. He was coming to reclaim what he believed was his. And he wouldn’t care how many bodies it took to make it happen.

They messed up. Ferdinand’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when he saw what laid beyond the intertwined vines and branches. “This is goodbye.” Angie smirked while watching Ferdinand hang in the air for that short while. “Enjoy your living hell.” “You!” Ferdinand disappeared back down before he could get anything more out. “He got out!” A soldier yelled. “Catch him!” The soldiers below jumped into action. Two of them put their hands together for another to jump off their hands. The one launched upwards caught Ferdinand and they both tumbled heavily onto the ground. Their bodies were badly bruised but it was still better than broken bones and a lost life.

Valentina said as she closed his eyes and walked away without looking back. Most of the Black Wolf troops had surrendered knowing that their leaders were all dead. They knew they were fighting for a lost course so in the battlefield they all bowed to surrender. Leo as well as Theodore and their men fought and took the citadels, after much fight they finally took out the guards and the others retreated and surrendered, the pack became unprotected so they were able to take over it's territories. They won the war but Leo wasn't happy. He was looking for Angela his best friend he hasn't seen her in fifteen years, how was she feeling, will she recognize him? Those were what filled his thoughts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've worked well together for two years. If there are new conditions, let's talk. There's no need to blow things up." The DeLuca representative didn't even glance at him. He pushed the termination letter across the table. "Mr. Bellandi, you offended the wrong person." "Who?" "The Valenti family." Chicago had plenty of old names whispered in back rooms, but only one name could make a room lower its voice. For half a century, the Valentis had controlled the docks, private capital, casinos, and a dark order even politicians pretended not to see. Matteo stared at her. "What does that have to do with me?"

I sent my face to the side window watching the roads as Vogar drove. Never believed I would someday get myself entangled with the black sheep of the family. The one everybody feared and hated because of the dumb shits he always pulled off. But then, he was the only one I could trust to show me the best way of winning Leo over. He knew the best way to get to Leo because they were brothers. But something I still tried to crack my head on, was Leo’s reason for hating his brother so much.

“Who did this to you?” “Why do you care? You willingly follow that asshole Reid. Why would you now care about the atrocities he commits?” I quietly spit out at him in anger. I don’t need the whole camp to hear us arguing. “Your name, Fergal, means man of valor. As far as I’m concerned, there’s not a single man here who holds any redeeming attributes, let alone one as noble as valor.”

"That is why you would never have children, Eleanor." "Don't need them. They're a hassle to take care of." Ferdinand didn't reply, instead he puffed out smoke and watched it ascend to the sky. "You would not do the same if it were Lisbeth," Eleanor accused. Ferdinand paused. He rolled his cigar over his fingers, lost in thought. "Lisbeth is... Different. Stronger. Quite a bit like you," he said after a while. Eleanor scoffed. "I'm nothing like that brat."

After all, he hadn’t expected Gerald—of all people—to be able to withstand two strikes from Ferdinand! Smiling rather smugly now, Gerald then sneered, “Come on, you have one final go! Let’s see if you can finally land a hit!” Naturally, Ferdinand exploded in rage after hearing those humiliating words! However, he was no idiot. After missing two of his attacks, he was well aware that he wasn’t a match for Gerald. Despite knowing that, his ego was much higher than his intelligence. He couldn’t just admit defeat like this! With that in mind, Ferdinand decided to use his full strength against Gerald!

Together, they would stand against the forces of corruption and betrayal that threatened to tear their family apart. As he gathered his allies and prepared to confront his enemies, Antonio felt a sense of determination wash over him. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way. For he was Antonio Valencia, the heir to the Valencio estate, and he would not rest until his family's honor had been restored and their legacy secured for generations to come.