Valérie Bacot Book English の小説・ストーリー

“How the hell did it even start?” Valerie ignored him as she reached for the bottle of Merlot and filled her glass. She drained half of it, the dry taste of blackberries and cocoa blanketing her tastebuds as she swallowed. After refilling the glass again, she turned and leaned back on the counter, holding the glass in front of her as she draped an arm across her waist. “Do you really want to know the dirty details of my life?”

I ask in disbelief, storming over to Grayson and pull his leather jacket to the side, "how is it... the most powerful creatures on Eldora has these scars? Why is it, Sophia cries for me? Why does Dylan understand my pain? And why the fuck is my mate dead inside?!" I ask the questions rhetorically. An intense silence rings the air so loudly, my ears bleed. Holding Elias's golden gaze with my own, I say with absolute honesty, "I am different because I just finally decided that I – Valarie Carson – am important too. Yes! I'm not supposed to exist. I chose wrong; we were all supposed to be innocent before the worlds cruel intentions could hurt us. It wasn't us who started this tyranny, Elias, th

Liza aired out the bitter truth. Val gulped her milk, she placed the empty glass on a tea table. Her eyes darted to Liza and then the floor " I have! many times today but I have no idea what to do next. I can't tell if it's my hormones or __" Valéria took a seat feeling choked up by her unsaid words. Liza understood so she took Valerie's hand into hers the caressed it softly " _ You wish your baby has a complete family huh?"

But her body leaned just enough into mine to betray her. Valerie Beaumont, defiant, sharp-tongued, fire-in-her-blood Valerie, was hurting more than she wanted to admit. And whatever she was keeping from me, it was eating at her like poison beneath her skin. And I knew that it was only a matter of time before she allowed herself to weaken.

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Whatever it was, Valerie obeyed, heading inside. “Mr. Roth,” she said coolly. Her voice carried, even though she spoke softly. “A word. Now.” It wasn’t a request. Damien followed her toward the shadowed curve of the courtyard, away from the waiting staff and passing guests. The moment they were out of earshot, Valentina’s mask cracked. For a moment, silence stretched. Valentina poured herself a glass of champagne from the sideboard, slow and deliberate, before turning to face him. “You’re a clever man, Damien,” she began, swirling the glass lazily. “Clever enough to build an empire, clever enough to survive enemies who’d like nothing more than to see you ruined. But clever men often make mis

she said glaring at me Suddenly something strange happened, Valerie walked into the reception with a little girl in her arms. "Son of a bitch" Valerie said, looking at me with hatred. She had mascara all over her face, this must be to her painful tears. Hearing such words from a woman who wasn't mine, I frowned in anger but her words were justified. Valerie treated Emily like a sister, it was only right to stand up for her. Valerie looked dumbfounded. I couldn't let Emily go back without clearing the misunderstanding, and even if I tried to, she might not believe me.

"Sit on the sofa and wait for me a moment. I'll take you out for a nice meal after work." Valerie took the drink. Her tiny mouth nibbled at the bottle's opening as she toddled to the sofa. A deep smile played on his lips as he watched her adorable movements. Kieran frequently glanced at the adorable Valerie sitting on the sofa while he worked. While waiting for him to finish work, the bored Valerie wandered around, opening his bookshelf and taking out some documents to peruse. After realizing the books were all in a foreign language, she disdainfully put them back on the bookshelf.

But Valeri sat alone , book in hand , I walked over to her . "May I sit here ?"I asked . "Sure ,"she said . The cafeteria was noisy , but silence hung between us . Valeri didn't seem to mind , but it drove me crazy . I searched my mind for things to say . "So,"I said , "is that a good book?"Valeri gave a small nod and went back to reading . "What's it about?"I asked , after several more agonizing seconds of silence . She looked at me , her eyes sparkling .

MAYOR Élianor My phone vibrates, it's Marcus, it's always Marcus, he is the one who is there, who is always there, who waits for me, who hopes, who loves, who does not leave, who does not flee, who does not judge, who does not ask me what I am doing, who does not ask me why I am doing it, who does not ask me if it is right, if it is just, if it is what I truly want, he is just there, present, patient, loving, and I do not answer, I cannot answer, not now, not when I have just destroyed a life, not when I have just done what I have always done, what I have been doing for six years, destroying, annihilating, erasing, everything that hurt me, everything that wounded me, everything that broke me