Ville Valo Young Novels & Stories

It hurt twice as much knowing that this man was once a boy whose middle name was 'joy' and 'laughter'. "I will do no such thing, Ryan," Valery said timidly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tsk! Did I just hear the devil whisper? Was that a chant to bewitch me or what?" Ryan glared at her. "I said I would do no such thing," Valery spoke louder, summoning her willpower. "You need me, Ryan, just as much as I need you." "What?" Ryan chuckled incredulously at her audacious claim. "This illness, I can put an end to it," Valery claimed, her voice firm. "Helping you will be good for my career. You will have many more years to live without the pain you're forced to endure. So-"

“Like I’ll fall into your lap because you’ve got money and a name that makes men piss themselves. But I’m not here to entertain you. I’m here to survive.” Valerio stared at her. And then— He laughed. A deep, amused, *genuine* sound that rolled from his throat like smoke. Sera gaped at him, stunned. “What’s so funny?” He wiped a hand over his mouth, the ghost of a grin still lingering. “You. No one—*no one*—has ever done that to me.” “You deserved it.” He looked at her like she was a myth he couldn’t wait to unravel. “I like the fire in you, *piccola.* But be careful.”

“Just call me Ares.” “Ares, well, I've been eating the food available to me, and sleeping where it's comfortable for me.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Valeria nodded. “Well, I got to this country a few months ago, and I've been sleeping in an abandoned vehicle.” Ares’ eyes widened. “The pay from Dan’s restaurant isn't much, so I eat what I can afford.” Valeria should be in her late 20s, and she had already gone through stress, he wondered what happened before she came to Singapore.

“You see, Alexander Young, Valerie’s palm lines read the same.” “Your point?” “She doesn’t seem to know it yet, but she is of Alpha blood, destined to be an Alpha.”

“Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.” “Fitting considering that he’s full grown a full month early.” I nodded. “It was the least likely to be made fun of as well.” Lila turned down the main road. “I don’t think anyone could make fun of your kids, Auri. They walk in and command attention, even as toddlers.” Music started to play over the radio and I closed my eyes, sining quietly along to it. We fell into a comfortable silence when I felt the a familiar twinge in the back of my mind.

THE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SOCIALIST VALENCIA CARTER IS SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT SNAGGING WEALTHY MEN: ANOTHER NATIONAL HUSBAND HAS BEEN STOLEN VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO: THE NEW LOVE COUPLE? VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO ON A DATE: DUMPING MAVERICK VANDENBERG FOR CORBYN CIRILLO? When Valencia tapped on the social media app, ridiculous headlines like these were the ones that graced her view and led the top 10 of the global trending searches.

“Or he has already started preparing.” Both Val and I shuddered at the thought. War meant nothing to men like them, but it affected people like us more. Val, who had been in the police department for two years, would have to clean up, answer the press, and be called a bystander for not helping the helpless, even with no actual fault. “Anyway,” her face lit up, “how does Vitale look? I couldn’t even get a picture of Adonis. Honestly, I was a little tired after Elias.”

I asked, coyly with my eyes narrowed. “There you go.” Vance interrupted sarcastically. His pace halted and he frowned at his eldest child. “Yeah,” Valen said, looking innocently, shaking his head adamantly, holding up his hands. “We didn’t make trouble with anyone.” “Uh-huh.” I listened attentively, giving him his chance to justify his waywardness. Vance and I exchanged astonished looks. There were so many faults in Valen’s story. “Something good came out of it, Mom. She told me about the war that was coming to us.” Valen nodded, his brows tilted up in a pathetic appeal. “Her people were ready to retaliate against us for their loved ones.”

'Huhu, enjoy your days that full of suffering, dear Hana' She muttered sadly *** 'She must be mine' 'She must be mine' Valdo bit the tips of his nails, his eyes focused on the photos in his hand. "No! Even if I die, I still can never be yours! " Valdo held his head which was throbbing as someone's words rang in his head. "I will have you at any cost. Even if I have to become a devil and kill you again. " He laughed loudly and then started to stand up, approaching a painting on the wall. A painting he bought at an exhibition. Painting of a bridge with the initials C.L.V "Hmm ..." Valdo stroked the painting, his laughter turned to a grin "Should I make you lie back here again, dear?"