Valiente Ferdinand Novels & Stories

"Papa is very protective. He says the outside world is dangerous for people like us." "People like us?" I realized I'd said too much, but Ferdinand's gentle expression encouraged honesty rather than evasion. "People with secrets," I said carefully. "People who don't fit into normal categories." Ferdinand nodded slowly. "I understand that better than you might think. My father has spent my entire life trying to shape me into something I'm not, and when I finally refused to cooperate..." "That's why you were injured," I realized. "You stood up to him." "I told him I wouldn't execute prisoners of war to prove my fitness to lead," Ferdinand said quietly. "Apparently that makes me weak and unsuit

Because of the same reason, she would never understand the Earl's worries and resentment. Just twenty years ago, Vallas was an independent kingdom, the southern garden of the continent, and House Valverde was the most outstanding of the noble families in the region. Yet when the war started, the three oldest sons were the first to die against the enemy, and only the fourth and youngest, Enmanuel, managed to survive.

“I’m sure he would’ve gotten home by now. He’s the type of man who wouldn’t be able to endure not having his family by his side.” Ferdinand remembered back when Farrah and Dior just got together. How brave the young man was when he confronted him, proclaiming his love for his daughter. Dior was a typical man with six desires and seven emotions. He wasn’t shy when openly confessed that he loves and desires Farrah in more ways than one. From her feet to her head, from her mind to her heart—he wanted her. He was a great man, and Ferdinand treated him as his own son. It’s a pity that God likes to take good people early.

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.

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.