Ville Valo Young Novels & Stories

“Got a name?” “Valerie… Valerie Mo'monte.”

The call came through again, but I hesitated for a while before looking over the screen to see that my caller is no other person than my best friend, Nelly. "Hello, princess!". I heard her usual high-pitched melodious voice, that would have brought a smile on my face if not for the current situation. I manage to control my laboured breaths. "Hello, amor!' I replied with a fake Italian accent. We both giggled at my poor attempt. Mine, a little bit forceful "How's our famous model doing?". "I am doing well, heading over there to sign the contract". I beamed when I saw a busy road ahead, not too far from where I was driving.

He steps onto the platform, rolls his neck, and bangs the butt of his spear against the stone with a sharp crack. I pick up a spear too, from the weapon stand. I raise my fists, preparing to draw him into my strategy which I've used for my previous duel mates. I hope he is going to use speed just enough for me to draw him out of the boundary so he's going to be disqualified. Who am I kidding? Valerys is the undefeated for a reason. Tough since childhood, he's rumoured to have killed a friend of his when he was twelve with his bare hands.

Ryan chuckles. Ryan tells me “ Fill our brother mate in. I’ll grab us some food.” We have done this before so I took a seat. “ Hi, King Luther.” came a tiny voice from my side. I look down and see Timmy. He is a three year old that belonged to one of Ryan’s warriors. Before I can respond to him he turns to Valerose. “ Hi, King. Vampire.” he said. I couldn’t help but laugh. Valerose did too. Val holds out his hand for Timmy. “ You can just call me , Val,” he said. Timmy stood a little taller and shook Val’s hand.” You can call me Timmy.” said in his best attempt to sound like a grown up.

Without saying a word to him, I lay back in the bed, my legs apart so as not to provide any space for him. I don't need to argue words with him. He is obviously not a gentleman and I am not a gentlewoman either. "Don't get me upset, woman!" "Val." "Don't you dare call me Val? That name is special and comes out of people who are special. Call me Valerie." I throw him a harsh glare, ignoring his own icy glare piercing deep into me. He snorts like I just said a funny joke. "Special? Your name is the dumbest name I have ever come across."

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 a prince in this empire who is distinct from our crown prince. The young man with whom I had been dancing now kneels in front of me and kisses the back of my hands as the music stops. "Well, I guess you leave me no option," he says as he pauses. My eyes enlarge. As I need to carry out my plans, I don't want to be the center of attention right now, but it appears that things are about to change. The young guy I know as Valen appears to swear an oath to a woman, causing the onlookers to gasp, some of whom widen their eyes, while others simply don't care. Nevertheless, I do...

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

Smirking like he was God’s hottest mistake. Valentino. “Damn,” he said. “Almost got you. “You insane bastard!” Vittorio didn’t laugh he exploded, rage burning behind his eyes. He lunged. Val spread his arms wide. “Aww, come on. I was just testing your reflexes.” “You nearly pushed me off the fucking cliff!” Val shrugged, grin not fading. “Almost doesn’t count. Besides, “I knew you’d survive. You’re De Luca.”…” His eyes slid to me. “You look good in panic mode.”

She sat up, groggy — and immediately knew something was wrong. Valerio stumbled a bit as he made his way across the living room. He wore a black button-down, sleeves rolled over his elbows, tattoos on display like sin itself. His hair was messy, hanging in his eyes. But it was his *face* that gave him away. He was intoxicated. Sera sat stiff, heart racing in her chest. Valerio's dark gaze met hers. For one of those interminable moments, he just stared. Then he laughed — low and broken.