Vox And Valentino Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“And what does the Luna have to do with that?” I took more steps closer. Valentino shrugged. “Long story,” he said. “I’m sure it’ll make a wonderful eulogy at her funeral.” I was almost close enough. Then suddenly— Valentino spun around, the barrel of the gun pressed directly against my forehead. He smirked. “Do you take me for a fool?” he asked. I smiled right back at him. “Actually,” I said, “yes. I do.” Before Valentino could react, James moved. His fist shot toward Valentino’s temple. Valentino ducked at the last second, but he had nowhere to go. He was trapped between James and me.

But when he saw me. His jaw actually dropped. For the first time, Alexander Valente looked speechless. His eyes darkened, slowly sweeping over me, taking in every inch as if committing it to memory. He said nothing. Did nothing. Just stared. And when he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough. "You look..." He trailed off, shaking his head slightly before meeting my gaze. "Stunning." A shiver ran through me. I knew that look. It was possession. And I hated how much I liked it.

Without saying a word to him, I lay back in the bed, my legs apart so as not to provide any space for him. I don't need to argue words with him. He is obviously not a gentleman and I am not a gentlewoman either. "Don't get me upset, woman!" "Val." "Don't you dare call me Val? That name is special and comes out of people who are special. Call me Valerie." I throw him a harsh glare, ignoring his own icy glare piercing deep into me. He snorts like I just said a funny joke. "Special? Your name is the dumbest name I have ever come across."

A pack member who was sitting in the next booth sat up on his knees and looked over, he was right behind Waylon and grinned, “Waylon is totally right, sometimes we fuck for a whole week straight but when it is the first night of the blood moon, we have orgies.” Waylon raised his head and looked up at the man who spoke. Waylon frowned when he saw who it was and said, “Tino what are you doing here? And you are the only one that has orgies with the others.” Valentino grinned, he looked at Waylon’s friends then said to him, “Girl, you know I like to fuck and I am on a date.” “With who?” Waylon asked and stood up on the table. When he looked over the seat he saw someone he least expected and aske

After making a complete circle, she stood once more, facing her irate friend, who simply glared at her. “And did you like giving yourself to my boyfriend?” Holly asked. “Oh, and his friend, too, right? You fuck around with Nick. Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t stand Nick? He was a pompous, arrogant asshole, I think you said. And yet, you fucked him?” “Yes, ma’am, I did,” Valerie said. “I fucked him but not Damien.” Holly cocked a brow at her. “You didn’t fuck my boyfriend?” “No, ma’am,” Valerie assured her.

NOORIA That voice. It cuts through the ringing in my ears and the screams still echoing across the office floor like a blade wrapped in silk. Valentino steps into the chaos as if he owns it. Because he does. He’s dressed in a crisp black suit, no tie, the top two buttons of his shirt undone like he just left a boardroom meeting instead of ordering a hit in broad daylight. His dark hair is perfectly tousled, that scar through his eyebrow catching the fluorescent lights. Two of his men flank him, but they hang back, hands loose at their sides. Valentino doesn’t even glance at Marcus’s body bleeding out on the carpet. His gray eyes find me instantly,locked on like I’m the only thing in the room

Katerina exclaimed and accidentally dropped the apple she was holding due to the shock of what she heard. Valentino has a son? And he will be her soon to be husband?

I could feel my heart breaking into pieces, that part was true, I was still a virgin, and I hadn't been kissed too but I shouldn't be broadcasted. It was annoying! I felt offended, a bunch of them were laughing. “I don't like her but since she is a virgin, I'm willing to make a compromise.” Gabrielle flashed a flirtatious wink at me. “You should learn to stay away from things that aren't yours, man.” Reid snapped in the direction of Gabrielle. “Everyone knows Valentina is Jonathan’s girl.” “What?” Ethan asked with a hint of disappointment, Jonathan and Ethan don't see eye to eye. “Jonathan and Valentina are together?”