Ville Valo Young Novels & Stories

They looked like the eyes of a demon, attached to the well-sculpted face of an angel. “You’re Adrian Trevellyan ,” I said, almost to myself. — It's me. How do you know me? — he exclaimed harshly. He took a step toward me, looking so intimidating and threatening that I instinctively took another step back. Suddenly I remembered all the evil he had done, making the families of the Ouro Verde farm homeless, trying at all costs to take everything that its owner had, a man who was almost an old man and who had never hurt anyone.

It was like trying to punch a pillow—no resistance, no impact, just pure helplessness. The young man turned to Valarie, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Veevee, would you be willing to let me be your backup? Whether it's a month, a year, or longer, I'll wait. As long as you're not married, I won't give up." Valarie hesitated. Her friends had been right—youth had an undeniable charm. When someone this young, full of energy, looked at her with that kind of devotion, it was hard to resist.

It was like trying to punch a pillow—no resistance, no impact, just pure helplessness. The young man turned to Valarie, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Veevee, would you be willing to let me be your backup? Whether it's a month, a year, or longer, I'll wait. As long as you're not married, I won't give up." Valarie hesitated. Her friends had been right—youth had an undeniable charm. When someone this young, full of energy, looked at her with that kind of devotion, it was hard to resist.

Valo shouted at me. “No. We can't keep bending to his rules all the time. That is what he wants from us. He wants us to cluck together so that we will not be able to come to a clean decision. He's only doing this to catch us off guard. No, I would not allow any of that. I'm not allowing him to use Emily as a bargaining chip. At least not anymore. I've been a coward enough. Not this time. Dad,” I shouted at Valo.

Valerio Abruzzo Valerio grunted in response to his elder brother, Angelo. He disapproved of the way Angelo and his father handled situations. He was twenty years old, a tall boy with jet-black hair and chocolate brown eyes. Ernesto Vittorio, who was older than him, more like a protective elder brother to him, nudged him with his elbow. He gave him a look, clearly telling him to keep his disapprovement to himself. Ernesto was a tall man with broad shoulders, and an oval-shaped face.

He retorted and like what he said hit a nerve, Valerie turned to look at him angrily. “And I literally don’t wanna talk to you, how dumb can you be?” She snapped, “and what is with you telling people I’m your girlfriend? I barely even know you.” She added. “Yeah, you know me, we’ve been schoolmate since like I can remember.” Niko flexed, he was a popular basketball player for the college basketball team and everyone knows him. “You’re stupid.” She said as she stood up to leave but was stopped by Niko who grabbed her tightly by her wrist, having no idea what he was getting himself into, Valerie reversed and grabbed him that he was back down on the floor now, making everyone laugh at him.

"I don't really have any idea because—" That's it! "Val!" Zandro claps his hand even before the young lady finishes another lie, Valentino comes in together with two men in black. "She's wasting my time, give her what she deserves." "Consider it done, señorito," Val said as he motioned his fingers towards the young lady.

The crowd of refugees and soldiers parted like a sea. A small figure burst through the line of heavy infantry. "Mama! Papa!" Valen was running toward us. He was wearing an oversized wool tunic, his dark hair a messy tangle. He did not look like a Sky Eater. He did not look like a weapon of mass destruction. He just looked like a five-year-old boy who had been waiting for his parents to come home. I fell to my knees, not caring about the bruising stone. I threw my arms open.

Valerio shook his head lightly watching her limping and lifted her up with utmost care in a bridal form careful of the knife and Hazel gaped at him. " Put me down Mr..." Hazel demanded firmly but trailed off when his charcoal eyes looked at her with such intensity that had her looking down on her own accord. " Valerio Valentine." The man murmured as if in a daze looking at the girl in his arms whose face was stained with tears trying to be brave though she wasn't a brave , string girl yet he found her the most fascinating thing in the world.

I ask again just to confirm. "Yes" is all he says. "Yes Don" I say with a bow and turn to leave the room but stop when Ales starts to speak "And Vale I mean it when I say I want to see if she breaks" Let's get this shit over with I'm a very busy man. People to kill a pampered princess to pick up and a warm pussy waiting for me to somewhere to fuck. I'm Valentino Vasili age 24 I took over as Alessiano right hand or capo after my dad died last year of cancer.