Ville Valo Young Novels & Stories

"Didn't you hear what Zelik said, he won't answer me if I ask him and do you think standing in front of Ruthless is easy, I use to stop myself from being scared of him whenever I am facing him, it's not that easy standing in front of Ruthless, only his hardened gaze will bring out the fear you don't even know you have in you." "I just hope you know what you are doing." "If I don't know what I am doing, I won't be doing it in the first place," Vala said. "Let me go and have my bath, then eat and rest so that I can gather enough strength to face Ruthless tomorrow." She added. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Galore Kingdom: It was dark and the moon was almost out.

They all busted out laughing again and Jared bounced his brows at her, a suggestive grin on his face. Valerie spun to get the hell out of there, humiliation threatening to choke her, but she didn’t make it two feet before running into Scott Younger. He reached out, gripping her arms to keep her from tumbling backwards as her feet slid out from under her briefly. “Whoa. You all right?” He squeezed her arms, pulling her towards him before she could fall over even more.

Valir still has to find the cause of Vale's death, as a cousin who is very close to him, he does not accept Vale's death without a cause. Valir remembered the past with Vale, they both promised to become noble mages and work for the kingdom, unfortunately all those dreams together had to be destroyed. Valir woke up from his sleep when he heard the sound of a crow in the back window of his room, he rolled up his sleeves and took out a small sword. Silently he approached the crow in the front yard of his house, grabbed his neck and stabbed him with a knife.

"Simpler?" "He’s found a new favorite," Val said. He stood up and walked over to the window, looking out at the flashing lights of the city. "A young boy. Very fresh. Very eager to please. He doesn’t ask questions, and he certainly doesn't make secret phone calls behind Andreas's back. He actually reminds me a lot of myself when I was that age. Platinum hair, blue eyes. A classic."

“You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking?” Valen doesn’t even look at him as he leans in his seat and crosses his legs one more time. “Mr. Vikar here wants to be entertained, and he will get what he wants.” Mr. Vikar nods, eyes glinting with glee as he looks from Valen to Ilya. “You’re right, Mr. D’Avorin, and to make things more interesting, it’s going to be a fight to the death.”

I casted my mind in Volorie’s and was able to dig up some interesting tidbits about her and Daryl’s Past. Apparently, Valorie was born in London just like Daryl was. Her dad was Daryl’s uncle and by a unlikely coincidence, her birth mother was an akarian refugee. Unfortunately, that’s where her similarities with her cousin ended Volorie was an pianist prodigy since age eight. This got her noticed by a high society academy run by a prestigious organization. Over the years, she spent less and less time communicating with Daryl. Growing up, they were extremely close. They would visit their grandmother in the summer and they would go to Haitian festivals, celebrating their heritage as family.

“You know she’s carrying your child, so I tried to be kind. I wanted us to have a nice dinner. But she didn’t appreciate it.” She wiped away her fake tears. It looked like I was the one in the wrong. Alpha Kelly turned to me. His eyes were cold and hard. Not the man I once knew. Not the man who promised to protect me. “What are you still standing here for, Valera?” His voice was sharp. I felt small. Worthless. My throat tightened. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t defend myself. I couldn’t believe the man who once held me in his arms…

After weeks of hiding everything on Isroth, here, I don’t have to be anything. I’m just Nova. Across the space, just five feet away, I see Valen. He’s still asleep. He’s sprawled on his back but his head is angled toward me, giving me a full view of his face. He looks younger when he sleeps. I’ve done the math and figure he’s roughly five solars older than me. But he looks incredibly young in sleep. He could nearly pass for a teenager. His black eyelashes fan out over his cheeks. His lips are pink and soft. There aren’t any creases in his forehead, furrowed with concern.

Matt coughed up blood as he moaned, but the slight pain didn’t stop the fight. I could tell Matt couldn’t hang in for longer. Val was too fast for him. Val slashed Matt’s right leg and toppled him as Matt tried to stand up. Matt was about to go for the kill. “No.. please don’t,” I whispered in a hoarse voice. But Matt didn’t know Val like I did. Val was anticipating that move. Not only that, he has my power. He’s a force to be reckoned with. As Matt went for Valkon’s neck, Val quickly maneuvered himself and pivoted himself so that he was behind Matt. He held Matt against him while he dug his hand into Matt’s previous wound.

Valery shouted and ran over to us Val is the youngest in the crew, why, because she's Jack's little sister and I think she's cute and she was also a class below us. Jack and Valery Tucker were the kids of Mr and Mrs Tucker the owners of one of the biggest bull ranches in Texas "Hey Val, how've you been, I really love your dress, Tots' Cute" I said admiring her floral sundress "Hi Jess, Hi AJ" Morgan greeted Morgan Morrison, the only child of Mr Louise Morrison or as he's popularly known as the King of scents