Virginia Vallejo Books Novels & Stories

VALERIA’S POV I entered the room with three heavy books clutched against my chest, my head pounding from the day’s endless reading. My eyes burned, my temples throbbed, and I felt a frustration bubbling beneath the surface. I needed something—anything—to break this monotonous routine of papers and books. My body yearned for action, for movement, but instead, I was drowning in information.

Valerie “Blood crest has improved a lot since the last time I was here,” Mireya muses as the drive takes us through the city. I whip my head around to face her in shock. “You’ve been here before?” “I’m a rouge, Valerie.” she shrugs. “I’ve been everywhere. I only settled in Asheville because it felt more like home to me.”

Valeria My feet stomped the mansion’s cold floor as I stormed out of Dante’s office, my fists clenched tight. His words kept on echoing in my mind, Valeria Vines, my vineyard, given back just to trap me in his dirty world. “How dare he!” I thought, my heart pounding with rage. He’d insulted me, called me a traitor, then handed me my home like it was a leash.

Was Victor too intimidated by the Vargas reach to spend the coin, or was he playing a longer game? Alejandro’s own entry into this world had been jarring. He remembered the orphanage—the cold, the smell of floor wax. Then came the Vargas Matriarch, an elegant wolf who smelled of expensive perfume and ancient power. To the other lost boys, she was a goddess. To him, she became Mother.

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly. But still… I wasn’t a child. I was twenty. An adult. And in this generation, you didn’t need experience to know things. You opened your phone, tapped the wrong, or right site, and suddenly you knew enough to make your soul leave your body out of curiosity. It wasn’t like I went looking for it all the time. But it was there. And Damien Rivera was exactly the kind of man your imagination would go feral over without permission. The kind of man who looked like he’d take you to every part of his muscular body in every corner of a bedroom and still have you losing your mind before you even processed what was h

Well shit, its the end! Damn, I really enjoyed writing this novel. I loved the lessons its taught me and I love the person I've become through writing this book. Especially Valerie. I love who she's become. I love she's finally able to trust those around her, I love that she continues to fight no matter how much times life interferes, intent and making her stay down! I wanted a character who doesn't hide their emotions, a character who embraces them but is also burdened by them. I wanted a character who wore her heart on her sleeve no matter how dangerous it was especially in a cruel world.