Valiente Novels & Stories

Moreover, Tatiana, that sly bitch, was unworthy of Maverick, and Maverick didn’t have a great taste. Maverick's eyes turned piercingly sharp, and his face turned cold. "Valencia...” so daring. Valencia is very daring! A few hours and days ago, Valencia could only act docile in Maverick's presence, but when she was in Corbyn’s presence, she became very daring. Good. Very good.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

The earth itself seemed to answer her call, rising to shield and support her. Valen's martial prowess had evolved as well. His combat skills were a seamless fusion of grace and power, a dance of precise strikes and fluid movements. He could anticipate an opponent's actions before they even made a move, countering with calculated precision. The energy that flowed within him lent an almost otherworldly strength to his strikes, leaving a trail of awe in his wake.

I quickly spun around, bringing my sword down with all my strength toward his golden helmet. *CLANG!* The metallic sound reverberated as he blocked the strike with his blade, sparks flying between us. "I’ve heard you’re one of the best warriors, making many Alphas submit to you, conquering entire packs. They say you’re so cruel that you don’t even spare orphans and widows, taking women to make them your sexual slaves. I admit I’ve been looking forward to this fight!" Valentim snarled, pushing my blade away and countering with a brutal kick to my torso.

It was the odor of physical effort, of matter being subdued, and Elena felt it filling her lungs like a raw aphrodisiac. Valentim was there, with his back to her, facing a rough block of stone. He wore only old jeans, torn at one knee, and his bare torso, sun-burned and dusted with white powder. His dorsal muscles contracted beneath his skin as he handled a pneumatic chisel. The noise was deafening, a violent percussion that seemed to rise from the center of the earth, reverberating in Elena’s chest. He hadn’t heard her enter.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE LUCA POV "Hi Liä. " Valentina said with anger visible on her face, clearly showing her dislike for the girl. I don’t think I’ll ever really get why she felt such strong hatred. "It's Liana. " Liana said softly. Valentina rolled her eyes.

“You’ve met Sombra.” “Sombra?” I repeated, raising a brow at him, arms folded over my chest. “It means ‘shadow,'" he said. My eyes returned to the cat. “Figures,” I muttered. “You’d name your pet after something dark and creepy.” Valiente chuckled. “I didn’t name him.” “No?” I asked, leaning to the side. “He earned it," Valiente responded, keeping his gaze on the cat. Sombra blinked lazily before opening one eye to stare at me again. “He doesn’t like strangers,” Valiente said, running a hand down the cat’s back.

My entire body trembles with the sickening knowledge that I’ve just gone from one cage… into another. Rafè paces like a storm barely contained. “That asshole,” he snarls, raking a hand through his hair. “How dare he put his hands on her? On what’s ours?” Ours? My stomach twists. Valiente, on the other hand, stands behind his desk, calm as winter ice. His composure is worse than Rafè’s rage. it means he’s thinking. Calculating. Deciding. “Sit,” Valiente says. I know that isn’t a request.

“No, you did not disappoint me. I guess I just wanted this world to change because I know it can. I became angry at the possibility we may all die before that happens. But the Qusayr are right. We are hopeless without hope.” I nod respectfully. Opening the doors, Henry stands beside it. I take the lead, and Henry follows confidently behind me. “Alpha Q…” Henry starts behind me, but I cut him off. “You can call me Valerie, Henry,” I tell him. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that. My wolf won’t allow it, and neither do I,” I stop and so does he. My eyes clash with him, but he has trouble maintaining eye contact. “You called Valak by his name - most of you did,” I drawl, confused.

Her body swayed and she fell. Strong hands gripped her. Matteo and Lorenzo gripped her by arms before she could fall. "Is she alright?" Camilla asked worriedly as she stood next to Lorenzo. Matteo checked her pulse, "She passed out." Lorenzo said. Heavy footsteps echoed. Their heads turned to the door. Romero reached for his gun. Fiery anger raced through his veins. He swore to take revenge on Gaetano for insulting his wife.