Romans & histoires Vincent Valentine Transformation

“That’s ridiculous.” "It's not,” I say. “I am Valerie Manchester. I was married to Sebastian Vairmont, Alpha of Bloodcrest. I shifted for the first time right after my delivery in this pack.” “Valerie,” she gasps. “How on earth do you look so different?" “This is Mireya’s doing.”

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“Has anyone ever told you that you could model?" I blinked. *Did this fucker swing both ways?* "No." I said embarrassed. "Well it’s true." His smile widened. "I think this could work…she trusts you." He gestured toward Valentina, whose fingers still lightly held onto my shirt. "If these photographs are going to feel natural...then perhaps they should be with someone who already makes her feel safe." My heartbeat stumbled. Before I could answer, Valentina looked up hopefully. "Please say yes." Her green eyes searched mine. "I really don't want anyone else Ethan…I trust you."

I decided to ask. "He is in his mansion. He is still trying to shape shift. Didn't Carly's own last for 24 hours?" Henry asked "How would you know?" "Valentino told us." "Please don't mention his name again" I said. He nodded and contunied "Tartal's own has exceeded" "That's because I lied" I said facing the window now. "That should be his first lesson cos I'm not done with him yet. He's no longer a wolf but a human and he will have to start having lessons on how to become one"

"Really see her. Not as my daughter, not as Ethan's weird sister, not as a political asset. Just... her." Victor was silent for a long moment, memories of his own mate surfacing unbidden. "And you believe my son sees her that way?" "I believe he's starting to." Ethan Sr. moved to pour himself another measure of whiskey. "Tonight, outside her studio, I heard them talking. He put her Valentine back together. Every piece." The Alpha's eyebrows rose. "A Valentine?" "She gave him one this morning. He tore it up without looking, thought it was a message from my son." The Beta's jaw tightened. "She ran. He spent the rest of the day trying to make it right."

I replied, fear slipping into my heart. ‘That is the more reason we have to fight.’ she argued back, ‘use me Celene, together in our purest form we can defeat her.” I hesitated at her words, years of hiding my true self, got to me, despite being just the two of us I couldn't bring myself to transform, Valerie sensed my hesitation, and the next instant she sent me flying with a wave of her hands. I groaned, and my body struck the marbled pillar, before collapsing on the floor, she chuckled, swaying towards me.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

“That’s why I turned away. Why I got on that plane. Because I knew I’d sacrifice my future for you, and I’d end up resenting you for it.” Duke absorbed this, nodding slowly. “And then?” “And then I met James. He was everything Riverdale wasn’t—sophisticated, ambitious, worldly.” She laughed hollowly. “He promised me a bigger life. What he didn’t mention was the cost.” “Which was?” “Myself.” Valentina set down her glass. “Bit by bit, year by year, I became what he wanted. Spoke how he wanted. Dressed how he wanted. Until there was nothing left of Valentine Ross except in my dreams.”

She felt her own defenses, her own controlling stubbornness, like a layer of marble encasing her body. “It’s a… violent process,” she observed, her voice softer than she intended. Valentim looked at her, and his eyes gleamed. “Violent? Maybe. It’s honest. Matter doesn’t lie. It yields or it cracks. Submission is part of the transformation. Without sweat, without the struggle… there is no truth. Only surface.” He moved, leading her to a more intimate corner of the studio where a large wooden table dominated the space. On it rested a block of damp clay, covered with a plastic sheet. He pulled the sheet away in a fluid motion, revealing the smooth, gray, virgin mass.

His voice was sharp, wounded. He took another step. I retreated again. “Ace-don’t-” “Don’t what?” he snapped. “Don’t come closer? Don’t try to understand why the hell you vanished? Don’t ask why you smell like death and old magic?” His fists clenched. “You look like her,” he whispered. “Like who?” “Valentina.” I swallowed. “She changed you.” “Yes.” “You let her,” he growled. I didn’t answer. Because yes- I let Valentina change my body.