Vincent Valentine Turk Novels & Stories

“Do you really think I still buy it? What’s not supposed to happen if it only happened once while you two were drunk? I might believe it, but fooling me for years? And it had been going on for eternity, Val. If I didn’t catch you red-handed, I wouldn’t have a freaking clue. So, please, just please, for once in your life, just come clean. Own your mistakes. Stop playing the victim, and stop lying to yourself to make you feel better.” He stole a glance at Mad. “I’m not comfortable talking about it with him around.” “Well, suck it up because he’s not going anywhere. If it weren’t for him, I would have been rotting underground right now. So, tell me your purpose, Valentine, or feel free to leave

no, she didn’t even want to think about it. Valerie continued, "I wish I could have returned his feelings back then. He would have known what it feels like to be loved... but I couldn’t because I was with another guy." Rhea blinked in disbelief. "You’ve been in a relationship before?" Valerie stared at her for a moment before turning to leave without a word. Rhea watched her retreating back, wondering if she had pushed too hard. At least Valerie had opened up a little. - "Vincent Addams. Someone is here to visit you," the dance coach announced.

This couldn’t be good. Cohen instantly relaxed, “Thank you, Valentine, for keeping Future Alpha King Colt’s mate safe until we could get here. We are in your debt.” Valentine smiled widely at this. I need to try to make friends while also keeping myself out of as much trouble as possible. I didn’t know what the guys were going to say about this, but it felt like the right thing to do, “Valentine was just telling me about how he really needs to visit a sick friend, but it would take quite a bit of energy to travel there. Can we give him the energy he needs?”

“Let’s go. I want to see them.” - What Valerie didn’t know about Marcus was that these trips to Valentia weren’t solely about business. For two years now, Marcus had been systematically hunting down everyone involved in his family’s murder. He had started at the lowest levels of the conspiracy and was steadily working his way to the top. In a remote property surrounded by fields, a group of minor white-collar criminals sat huddled. Among them was Spencer, the doctor who had treated Frank Levett years ago when Marcus had paid him a “visit.”

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

CHAPTER 88 Tyler's POV “No”, I breathed out shakily, looking at Vincenzo. His face crumpled in confusion, and I could understand why. He had made a good argument, and what he suggested was not only for his benefit, but for mine, for my pack and for the entire colony at large. However, during my consideration process, I also checked the fact that Vincenzo was not driven by love for the people of his colony, but for revenge and only to get back at the people who hurt him.

The doctor is in the middle of a procedure. That is not a doctor, Thorne sneered, stepping down the stairs with a slow, deliberate arrogance. That is Killian Vance's discarded trash. She is a Blackwood spy who walked across our borders with a broken bond just to gain access to our leader's throat. I saved your lieutenant on the highway, you idiot, Valerie said, her voice dripping with pure, freezing contempt.

Amari's jaw dropped. "Andrew, you've got to be joking with me. Valerie is one of Chetvine's most beautiful women, and she's famous for being ruthless and cutthroat. She holds the rank of major general in the military, and I've heard that even General Turman can't always get her to comply with orders. He continued, You're setting me up with someone like that? Do you really think she'd agree to this, and more importantly, do you think I could handle her?"

Although Valentine was heartless, he had immersed himself in medicine for more than 20 years and was very experienced. If he wanted to retire in the future, he would need to build a good relationship with the dean. So he couldn't refuse it. So he could suppress his miss toward Grace for another day. He thought that after tonight's operation, he would rest for a day tomorrow, and then, he would call Grace over to accompany him. Valentine basically did not have any thoughts or work to do right now, since he would have a huge fortune in the near future anyway, so he wanted to properly enjoy life.

"She was my wife, Mr. Gaston. You can't just—" Valentine took one step forward, closing the remaining distance until his broad chest was inches from Drake's nose. His jaw set hard, a single muscle jumping near his ear as he leaned down slightly, crowding Drake right into the marble surface. "Say one more word about what she used to be," Valentine murmured, his voice flat, steady, and devoid of any warmth. "And I will make sure you don't have a single business contact left in this city by sunrise. While I am giving you time to fix your errors of the past, you suddenly forgot you still have a case hanging on your head, I'm not a nice man Hudson."