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He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "Yes, it's me, and you?" "I am Valentine, Vincent's brother. " He introduced himself. "What a romantic name. " I said, he chuckles. "Thanks, by the way, I heard that you wanted to talk to my brother about something." He stated in a rough yet curious voice. I thought something for a moment before explaining to him about Elina and Marcus thing and how Andrew is lying to them and my surprise, he wasn't surprised but smiling over at what I explained, looking like he is happy to hear it.

Valencia scowled and seethed, “Could your subsidiary and staff take actions without orders from you…” “Where was it written that Maverick Vandenberg is behind it?” Maverick shamelessly retorted. Suddenly, he sneered and uttered, “Everyone knows how much of a rotten character Miss Valencia Carter has. Definitely, I’m not the only one you have offended over the years. Who knows if someone is purposely messing with you under the Vandenberg’s disguise?”

"My system calculates that Val recognizes infinitely more data regarding your true baseline than your processor realizes, and instead of navigating a high-velocity flight path in the opposite direction, his hand secured this specific asset for your wolf. That behavioral output projects an immense volume of conceptual data, does it not?" Finn uncurled his massive palm, staring down at the structural contours of the miniature helicopter. His character might possess the diagnostic parameters of an absolute expert bastard, but his intellectual centers were sufficiently optimized to decode the profound weight of what the token represented. Valentina held a flawless comprehension of the genuine en

"Yeah, yeah, I just have to do some phone calls and stuff to get my cards back." "No pressure." In the next few days, I successfully paid what I owe to Vincent. He's really a good person, even better than I initially judged him to be. I thought that he is nothing but a mirror to Valentine's fuckboy attitudes, but it turns out he's way far from it. He's a soft-hearted, really likeable, well-spoken person, sure he's really sarcastic most of the time, but overall, he's a nice person to be friends with. We had developed a closer relationship since then. He always comes down to my unit, and we binge-watch horror movies, order some pizza, drink beer and criticize the government for whatever reason

The single piece of redeeming information is no mention of Tiffany as his girlfriend either. One interesting piece of information however is that Vincent is a third. His father and grandfather were both named Vincent. My Vincent... um... this Vincent, attended college at an Ivy League school and then fell off the face of the earth for a few years before he took over the company at age twenty-four. It reads simply enough, but the more I learn about Vincent Valiant, the more questions I have.

Valerie said, staring at the young man before her, not believing how crude he could be even if the girl had been a willing participant in their sexual games. He shrugged again, his gaze devouring her as he ran it from her head to her toes and back up again. “But it’s a hell of a lot of fun. What are you doing tonight? I could show you just how much fun we had the other night.” “I probably should introduce myself,” she said. “I’m Valerie Tanner. I’m one of the humanities teachers.” “Really?” he said, his lips pressed together in a smug smile as he nodded. “I’ve never bagged a teacher. You should definitely come over then.”

The doctor looked visibly startled when he saw me in the hospital room. Not long ago, I had come to him for a prenatal checkup and asked how to ensure my baby's health. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, the child couldn't be saved," he said, his voice tinged with pity and sympathy. "Should we inform the father? Strange, it's Valentine's Day, and he's not here with you. Was there something urgent?" Oddly, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm.

Valen laughed as he put both of his hands into my fur, scratching and rubbing, before letting out a deep sigh. “I know their deaths aren’t really my fault, I know I’m not truly to blame, I spoke with a therapist. She suggested I get out of town, away from the hospital for a little bit. But even up here, among all this natural beauty, all I can think about is how many more are dying each day that I am not there to help. Maybe I went into the wrong profession? I wanted to help people, I wanted to help cure cancer, especially in kids. Now…” Valen let out another deep sigh, emotion choking off his words. Picking my head up, I saw a tear sliding down his cheek, and without thinking, I leaded forw

Most of the top hunter families have vanished because of the Mcknights' extreme views, most especially the family of the head hunter who worked with my great grandfather to restore peace, Finnian Valentine. The Valentine family were the royalty of Hunters, with superior dormant wolf genes and a longer life span than normal hunters; they were the best of the bunch. They were the right mix of wolf and hunter, and they were revered by all because of their fairness. When the Mcknights, who were next in command to the Valentines, gathered forces against the Valentines for reasons best known to them and turned the majority of the Hunters' demographic against the Valentines, they bowed out, and tha

"It's a problem when you visit like this without notice, Valentine. Even though our war has ended, you can't just brazenly slither in here like this." Ignoring Tony's threats, Valentine looked around the residence. When he spotted Eugene, his eyes lit up with a smile. "I've just come to pick up my lawyer." "Lawyer?" Tony muttered. Valentine brushed past Tony Rico and walked straight toward Eugene. With each step he took closer, his expression softened.