Novel & Cerita Valiente

I shrugged. “You can always bend the rules,” came a cool voice behind us. We turned. There stood a smirking, half-dressed warrior with battle scars sliced across his chest like a canvas of war stories. His aura screamed Alpha—and he made no effort to hide it. “I’m Valen Anderson. Crystal Blood. You must be the newcomers,” he said, fist-pumping each of us like we were already teammates. Something about him—his cocky tilt, the mischief in his eyes—told me he was dangerous.

“You can't possibly be one of my father's best soldiers when you're this weak." Weak. The word echoes in Ilya's head. He's anything but weak. Anger builds up in his stomach; his eyes turn murderous. In one swift motion, Ilya breaks free from Valen's hold. He grabs the front of his shirt and slams his back against the nearest wall, breathing heavily with anger while his eyes blaze fire. Valen lets out a pained cough, followed by a chuckle as if Ilya's rage entertains him. “You have quite the temper. Good for a soldier but as an Omega, it's not quite the fit."

Valentino pressed one last kiss to my temple. “Valerie Drakvolk.”

The person other line screamed then the call drops. Aishat- Hello? Hello?

She touched the whip around her waist and turned to face Lance. “You stay close to me when there's danger, least you die.” “My lady, what exactly do you want in Keitan? I can go get it for you myself.” Violet smirked, “Azarael's head.” Lance's eyes widened and he staggered backwards. “N-no.” Violet scoffed, “Can you get her head for me?” “Yes but that goes against my morals.” Violet sighed, even though she'd manipulated him, made fake memories of him being really close to her, his values from Star valley was still there, she couldn't fully get rid of it.

Chris replied from where he was. They all laughed but I didn't. Okay maybe I might have faked mine. Tiff-any walked towards us, perching beside Val. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, trying to look cute but only succeeded in looking like a bimbo. "Nah...I'm almost done". Val replied. But the bitch didn't get the memo. She placed a hand on his shoulder, moving it slowly to his bicep. "Are you sure?" She asked, fluttering her lashes with her hand still lingering.

Looking directly into his eyes. As soon as I said that I felt a strange need to want to be near him it was the strongest pull I ever felt. If this was the mate Bond it's working and I know he felt it too. The look on his face said so, his eyes are dark black as night that lets me know that Wolf has taken over . " It is the bond …you can't hold out forever, '' Shiva said to me. I took a step back and that was a bad mistake , because he let out animalistic growls at me and it shook me to my core and stopped me in my tracks .

Victor had stopped visiting me after a few times and honestly it was better to have one less pervert every time. I was immune to Ken and his disgusting kisses on my cheek almost ten times a day, do not think I am suffering from Stockholm syndrome because I am not, I am very well aware of my situation and I hate Ken and I am definitely not afraid of him. Nor am I of Stephen or Victor or the random guy who checks in every now and then. I love Sean and I am still very sure that he will come to save me. Call it over confidence I don’t care.

It was a bit difficult to say with how the black mask completely covered his face. Feeling like her stomach was trying to eat itself, Valery shifted from one foot to another and opened her mouth to excuse herself when the stranger finally spoke. "...Your name.” “What?” “Tell me your name.” “It’s Vale-“ Valery wanted to slap herself. She was a little flustered from running into this masked stranger again, but how could she let herself get so carried away. “Val.” “Your name is Val-Val?” Valery could practically feel the raised eyebrow being directed at her from behind the mask.

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.