Virginia Vallejo Books Novels & Stories

She touched the whip around her waist and turned to face Lance. “You stay close to me when there's danger, least you die.” “My lady, what exactly do you want in Keitan? I can go get it for you myself.” Violet smirked, “Azarael's head.” Lance's eyes widened and he staggered backwards. “N-no.” Violet scoffed, “Can you get her head for me?” “Yes but that goes against my morals.” Violet sighed, even though she'd manipulated him, made fake memories of him being really close to her, his values from Star valley was still there, she couldn't fully get rid of it.

That evening, rain returned. Not the heavy storms of early summer. Just a steady drizzle against the windows. Valeria wandered into the library. The room calmed her. Books didn't lie. People did. She searched the history shelves, hoping to distract herself, but another book caught her attention instead. Sterling Holdings: Internal Archive Index. It wasn't a history book. More like a catalogue. An inventory listing archived records kept by the company over several decades. She carried it to a reading table. Most entries were mundane.

Valerie arrived at the college early so she could stop by Holbert’s office and apologize for missing their book date on Monday night. She wore a knee-length skirt and a button-down top with the first couple of buttons open, exposing her creamy globes. With any luck, it would be enough for him to get a sneak peek and forgive her, and she wouldn’t need to do anything else to appease the old man. As much as Damien, Nick, and Ivy thought this would be a feather in her cap she could use later for something she needed, it still gave her the shivers just thinking about it. Holbert Warren was a perverted old man, and not in the way Damien was. No. If the rumors were true, the president of the colleg

Ethan’s P.O.V Valentina stared hard at the broken glasses, and she withdrew her shaky hands ignoring me as though I wasn’t there, she began to pick up her books from the floor, and one of them caught my eyes. It was a plain white book with folded edges, it seemed like a fictional book. “Valentine’s Day” was the supposed title, it was written in bold blood-red letters, I was interested in the book because this is the first time I’ve seen such a unique title.

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.

*Xanvier's pov* I smiled like a school boy as I held the candles as though they were candies. Few nights ago at Mexico, I planned something similar, but Sandra stayed up late at work. Tonight, it's going to as planned, I feel it already. "One, two, three..." I counted as I placed candle on each stair. I continued like that until I reached the bedroom. I hurriedly downstairs to lit it and back inside the room to make the bed. I was super excited. I checked my drawer for the pack of condoms I bought earlier, took it out and placed it on th the bed for easy access.

Because when another woman wants your man, and he’s too broken to push her away, how far will you go to reclaim your place in his arms? A sinful, scorching tale of lust, betrayal, and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully. CHARACTERS: LEXIE STEVENS The Woman Who Survived Hell and Still Burns with Fire Matalino, matapang, at fiercely devoted. Lexie rebuilt her life from the ruins of betrayal. But behind her strength is a woman haunted by passion, jealousy, and the fear of losing the only man she’s ever truly loved. Sa kabila ng lahat, she craves Ram like a drug—and it’s killing her slowly.

-------- TO: Mackenzie Marshal FROM: Vincent Valiant I need those Wienhowser copies on my desk in ten. Vincent Valiant CEO of Valiant Industries … My fingers drum lightly on the keys, getting ready to reply, but I'd rather see his face as I drop the stack in front of him. I grab the copies from the corner of my desk, which have been sitting there all morning—I've had the copies done since Wednesday afternoon—and then without looking back cup them in my arm and storm into his office without knocking.

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

Cynthia's high-pitched voice broke through my thoughts. "But ma'am, she's on the list." He said the confusion in his brows was still evident. The list? I arched my brows a notch. It can't be! "You must be joking!" Cynthia continued to bicker. Valeria cleared her throat. "I think you're mistaking me for someone else. My name is Valentina Wilson from the Red Moon Pack, and I am also one of the shareholders. It's nice to make your acquaintance." She said it calmly and extended a hand for a handshake, but Cynthia didn't receive it.