Valérie Bacot Book English Novels & Stories

“Welcome!” The house-help ran out as Valery opened her car boot. Valery stepped down from the car, her smile lighting up the compound like an old habit she never outgrew. “The things at the boot are for the house,” she said, looping an arm around the young girl’s shoulder. “I got a little extra in the white bag for you and the others.” “Thank you, Aunty.” Valery chuckled. “Is Paapa awake?” “Yes, he’s with Madam at the backyard garden.”

he said raspily pulling off his suit "B..b.. but. Shît " Micheline muttered and left the room. She came across Valerie who just finished having her bath. Part of her hair stuck to her face and her lips were wet making her look more irresistible She's only putting on a transparent nightie that stopped at her mid-thighs "I hate you !" Micheline spat quietly before rushing down the stairs. Valerie watched her till she was out of site. "I'll deal with her later" she exhaled loudly and then pushed Jaden's door open

"I'd like two hot cappuccinos." "Okay, are there any extras?" "No." Marcel returned the menu book to the waiters. Valerie was silent because she didn't expect Marcel to be fluent in Italian. As a layman, Valerie could only speak English, not a word of any other language, including French, which was already difficult for her. "Can you speak Italian?" Valerie opened her voice again when Marcel looked at her. "A little bit because I used to study in Italy so you should know a bit of their language." Marcel rubbed Valerie's head, something Marcel was used to but not Valerie.

she breathes. “I don’t know…” I shake my head, trying to push past the growing unease in my gut. “But say something else...” I tell her. I need to know that I'm not imagining any of this. I need to know I'm not crazy. She hesitates for a brief moment before inhaling sharply and speaking again, this time slower. “Bento vixas leti elor arkan ven beri nam iti.” Valerie says, her accent changing entirely to one that resembles a sort of slavic or eastern european language, with innonations similar to spanish and portuguese, her 'r's rolling effortlessly.

said Atonia with a smile as she showed Angelo from the camera . " Uhhh.........Why can't these three month pass already ?! I wanna hug him so bad . " said Valeria . " He he he ! You will soon . He also wishes to meet you directly . "said Antonia with a smile . Valeria noticed that Antonia was happy and wasn't feeling depressed anymore . She could sense the change in her . A change that was meant for good . " I see that you are in good shape . " said Valeria when seeing Antonia smile happily .

“Valerie? Is she… in trouble?” Santiago stepped further in. “That depends on who finds her first.” His eyes swept the dark café. “The lion… or the wolf.” Then his gaze returned to Javier, sharp and dangerous. “Either way, she’s in trouble.” Javier hesitated for a heartbeat, before sighing and moving to the counter to pull out her contract. “Valerie Rousseau.” Santiago repeated it slowly, tasting it. “Valería Rosseau.” “A French rose,” he murmured. “Fitting.”

Bruno surprised me that he was now standing towering behind my back. “And we want him destroyed and demolished,” Valerie said, opening her eyes as wide as a baseball ball and clenching her hands tight. I can hear her voice was filled with ravenous hunger and thirsty drive and compelling desperation, which I understand. “Broken and busted.” “Dumped and dilapidated,” Someone from the bunch followed up. “Electrocuted and flustered,” Anna trailed, imitating the way Valerie said her version. “Ripped and rammed” From behind me, I heard Bruno snarled, trying to make his high-pitch voice bigger.

The man rushed out and disappeared in a flash. Zac turned to face Valery and with a face contorted with venomous rage, he growled, "Look straight into my eyes, and don't you dare blink! If you do anything harm my woman again, I swear to you, by the time Baron comes to collect your dead remains, they would need DNA testing to figure out that the body belongs to you!" Valery was clearly frightened and angry but resorted to stamping her feet on the floor with her hands on her belly.

Tyler said changing the subject. “Well, be glad that the rain fell because I’m never gonna be free on a Monday again,” Valerie said. “Well, Val, I love you bag,” Tyler said knowing Valerie would continue stressing about how the rain spoilt her plan. “Why thank you,” Valerie said in a British accent. “You welcome, milady,” Tyler said mimicking the British accent that Valerie used and they both laughed. ***

Bernard retorted, and he was fiddling with door knob, Valery held Bernard's hand and she said you must eat this food today while the boy was crying and said, I don't like the food, but Valery was forcing him, and the nanny went to meet them and said, leave this boy alone, they don't like the food, and If you persist, I will call police, and Valery forcefully collected the cellphone from the Nanny, and she pushed her Into one room In the house, and she locked her up Inside the room, and she bought out the a loaded rifle, and she said, If call anyone, did you see my hand, I will blow your head,your mom snatch my fiancee, and do you think It's easy to let go of my fiancee, I'm going to kill all