Ville Valo Young Novels & Stories

He informed her and the old lady laughed at him. She moved a little closer where their body is almost five inches away only. Val couldn't take it anymore. He wanted his fantasies to be real. To hear the moan of an old woman begging for his mighty cock to get inside her cunt. "I have unfinished works, sir. I run into you because I'm on my way home" she told him. Val took one step back and smiled at her. He was a bit embarrassed. "I see," he said. They're too quiet inside. Val keeps controlling himself not to touch her. He bit his lower lip to stay good.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

He stuttered out. "I need to see your camera footage from yesterday." "What?" He was confused. "We can't just give that out." "It's a good thing it's an order." "B-but sir—" "Do you know who I am?" This line was usually cringe when people used it, but as long as it would bring our girl safely back to us, I didn't mind using it. "You must have heard of the name Valentino, right?" His eyes went wide, but he still wasn't budging. "That still d-doesn't mean I can—"

He's put together so many deals because he nags people until he gets his way. When I finish my sub and make a healthy effort at my bag of chips, Valiant checks his watch and then discards his tray debris in the trashcan and leaves the red tray on top. I use it is my cue to follow along, worried not only that he's forcing me to live at his apartment but also training me to be a little puppy—someone who follows commands too easily.

“Yes, it is, and I don’t know. I do know…that I want something…big!” “You mean like last year? And the year before that? And the year before that?” He sarcastically countered. He and the Delta’s daughter chuckled along with Harlyn. “This one has to be different! As you said, it’s my seventeenth! It’s supposed to be special, so it can’t be like all the others! I just…I don’t know what to do this year.” There was a lull in the conversation, and immediately, I felt her gaze on me. “Vali.” Harlyn addressed me by the nickname she’d given me years ago.

Valtor released himself from their grip, headed towards the bed, and slumped onto it. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at my wife," he slurred, his eyes fixed on Karan with a mix of accusation and malice. "I'm sure you wished she were yours, and you could hug her and shower her with kisses whenever and wherever, but I have to burst your bubbles, Karan. She is mine, and mine alone." Valeria's face flushed with embarrassment and worry as she turned to Karan. "I'm really sorry, Karan. Valtor is drunk and unaware of what he's saying. Please don't take it to heart." Karan nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic.

***VAL’S POV*** When I got inside the house ,I lay down on the couch, massaging my throat and crying. I closed my eyes but all I could remember was his dark eyes and ruthlessness as he forced himself on me. “I am so stupid to go ahead with the kiss, he wanted nothing but to get in me, he can have any type of woman, but yet I was born to be miserable”. I closed my eyes and cried. A knock landed on my door, I paused crying abruptly.

A slow smile grew over her face as she delicately took hold of the mic, bringing it close to her lips. “Oh, didn’t you know?” she said. “I own the Hotel.” Harrison’s mouth dropped open. “What…?” “Of course,” Valeria said casually, as though she hadn’t upended the entirety of pack society with that one sentence. “VR Limited.” She smirked at Harrison. “I’m the V.”

"That makes sense." Suddenly, Valen let out a loud, incredibly dramatic, teary voice. "Happy birthday in advance, little mate! It is not every day a girl turns twenty-one." I burst out laughing at his ridiculous face and kicked out my leg at his thigh. He caught my foot effortlessly mid-air, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. "Oh no you don't. What if I take this little kick as an invitation for round two?" Darian immediately swatted Valen’s large hand away from my ankle. "I think not, Valen. You have already had your turn."

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.