Vox And Valentino Novels & Stories

His chin rested on his right fist as his gaze locked with Cassius's. Valentino was shirtless, revealing those dangerous tattoos of his. His eyes had dark circles around them, and his slightly long hair was tied into a bun. His aura menacing, one could sense the intense power he possess. As Cassius stood before him, a grin slowly formed on Valentino's lips. His wife, the Donna, stood and smiled. "Welcome, Mr. King. Your grandfather talked a lot about you, and we are glad to finally meet you." Cassius nodded, not shifting his gaze away from Valentino. Anyone else would shrink under those dark eyes, but not Cassius, because he had the same cold eyes and aura.

VALENTINO “Rose, that isn’t—” “I need an answer, Valentino,” she cut in calmly as he watched me intently. “I want to know where I stand so I will know how to fight back,” she stated as a frown started to creep on my face. “I’m not a rebound,” I said after a moment of silence. “No one said you are,” she said as I swallowed. “You chose Valerio,” I said again, trying hard to divert from the question, and as the smart person that she was, she quickly grabbed on.

he said. His men nodded. "Alright, Don Vitale." Enzo turned and headed back to Valentina's room. The room remained exactly as she had left it. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the framed photo from the nightstand. In the picture, Valentina was smiling beautifully. His mind drifted back to that rainy night when she was 18, to the moment she ran into his arms and stood with him in the rain until morning. When he proposed three years ago, she had nodded through her tears.

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

EVE I woke up naked, wrapped in silk sheets that finally smelt like Alex again. Pushing myself up against the headboard, a steady ache rushed through my body, the events of last night coming back to me. The exhibits. The secret rooms beyond The Valley. The sounds and the private show. Alex and Me. How my New Year's kiss was more than just a peck on the lips. How even after the night he gave me, we went home and killed the last few hours of the year underneath the sheets. I smiled thinking about it all.

'I suppose this means I won't be at your wedding tomorrow. 'No. Unfortunately not. I’ll organise to have it live- streamed for you.' 'Nolan, did you get a good look at the guy who shot you?' I ask. 'Yeah. He looked like a mean bastard. Big, bulky, with dirty, scruffy hair, dark eyes and his neck was covered by a tattoo of a black web.' I look at Ace, terrified. 'Who is it?' Ace asks. 'Venom.' 'He was Red Back's second in command. Wasn't he?' Ace asks. I nod, and call Viper.

(NFTMB) Chapter 43 Victoria (HandCuffed) “Is this a private courtship or can I join?”. Alessandro's voice came from the doorway as I immediately scooted away from beside Valentino on the bed. I made a very obvious space between the two of us. “We were only talking, Alessandro. Don't start shit up”. Valentino said as he rose to his full height.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've worked well together for two years. If there are new conditions, let's talk. There's no need to blow things up." The DeLuca representative didn't even glance at him. He pushed the termination letter across the table. "Mr. Bellandi, you offended the wrong person." "Who?" "The Valenti family." Chicago had plenty of old names whispered in back rooms, but only one name could make a room lower its voice. For half a century, the Valentis had controlled the docks, private capital, casinos, and a dark order even politicians pretended not to see. Matteo stared at her. "What does that have to do with me?"

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."