Vincent Valentine Final Fantasy 7 Novels & Stories

“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.

Ryan said "What makes you think you can defy the Hunter's? They are vicious people." Valentina said "I know, but not as vicious as I can be." Ryan said "Excuse me who are you?" Valentina asked "I am your mate, it would seem." Ryan said "Mate? Are you kidding me? You are kidding right?" Valentina asked but Ryan shook his head signifying he wasn't. 'How could it be? He must be lying.' She thought ''He is not, he is our mate.'' Maya said

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

No, no— Images threatened at the edges of my vision. “Didn’t you know? While you play a mate and housewife, don’t you know that Vlad had been between her legs every business trip he told you he had gone? I saw Valentine. He was the one who said it full of anger and mockery. I only saw him once. I looked at Vlad as my Leopard growled at me. “Violet! Stop!” she screamed. A sense of wrongness so strong it made my knees weaken.

And with that, he turned and left the room, the sound of his footsteps dwindling into the hallway. Valentine's heart pounded as she watched him go. The ropes may be off, but the weight of his control still lingered like a shadow in the room. Her fingers trembled as she finally lifted the fork to her lips. She had to stay strong, had to play the part he expected—just long enough to find his weakness. Because no matter how unshakeable Arnulfo Vegas thought he was, Valentine silently vowed, he'd learn what it meant to underestimate her.

She gripped the bars of the cage tightly, her knuckles white, and whispered to herself, “You can fix this, Cain. You have to fix this. Please.” Valen stood in the grand hall, his towering figure silhouetted against the flickering flames of the torches that lined the walls. His eyes, a piercing emerald, blazed with a fire that matched the burning pits of anger and frustration within him. The air around him crackled with tension as he spoke, his voice a command that brooked no argument. “Unbind Irwin, Vendetta,” he said, his tone sharp and unwavering. “Stop making her struggle.”

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.

The grovelling man cups his face as he tumbles to the side. “Lift him up,” Don Valentino orders darkly as he removes his jacket, handing it to one of the five men under his command in the room, and he slowly begins to roll the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms. Nibbling on my lower lip, I admire the tattoos that decorate his toned forearms, but I quickly look away when Don Valentinos’ gaze collides with mine. When I look back at him, his gaze finds mine again, and he reaches into the pockets of his slacks, extracting a pair of gold-dusted knuckle busters.

The whole Human Realm had been holding a baited breath for years on the news of their beloved king. Vincent was Valerian's closest and dearest friend for nearly all of Vincent's life; and a fair quarter of Valerian's. They had trained for military tactics together and Vincent was quite literally the first person who had found out about Valerian being attracted solely to men. Vincent had been the one Valerian had confided into about his and Thanerick's secret relationship. Valerian hadn't seen or heard anything pertaining to Vincent in what felt like years. He worried that Dorian had made it difficult for Vincent to return to his kingdom.

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.