Vox X Val Novels & Stories

I crouched, reaching for it, and my fingers closed around a small glass vial. My blood ran cold. Val was hiding something, for him to still be using this. And this was proof.

"So, you know how I met Damian in Spain and how things got, well after mum had that accident, I left immediately to be with my mum. But I left my contact and requested that he reached me but he didn't, I don't think I was that important to him and now I find out that he's Mr Voss during the final meeting we had at Voss Global Holdings. Worst part is that he barely acknowledged me." "He barely spared me a glance and he was so distant and cold, he acted like he didn't know who I was, like I was some dirty little secret that was never meant to surface." I wipe the tears that are spilling from my eyes. "I hate that I'm feeling this way Eva, it was just supposed to be a one time thing to get over

"I'm so sorry, miss. The owner of this phone was just in a car accident." My blood ran cold, like ice had been pumped right into into my veins with a string.

I assume it would be illegal to learn such and Valois could get in trouble. Or am I wrong? Xander chuckles and pats my shoulder. “I will watch you guys from the seats.” After he finishes saying that, he picks up a bottle that I had not seen on the floor before. It is not transparent enough to know whatever content is inside, yet my stomach twists for some slight chances it is blood. “Let us get to the main post,” Valois says as he leads me to the center of the floor. He brings out a remote and taps on a button. The opposite wall brings forth a huge screen above our heads, enough to force me to elevate my face. When it turns on, I see a human body, no, a vampire body.

With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope.

Felix repeatedly asked and stopped when Val collected her phone back. “Why were you so disrespectful?! Gosh!“ “Did you hear the way he talked to me? This is war! I need to find Alexa first so I can sure that nonsense of a thing that I am more superior than him a and deserve Alexa more than him. “Get the car ready! I can not loose to him!” Felix said to his assistant and they hurriedly dashed out of Valerie's house and into the car.

Tyler said. "Hop in," Tyler said and Valerie entered into the car and so did Tyler and they drove off to a car dealership to get a car. Tyler bought a white Bugatti Dovo for Valerie and even the plate number wasn't even on it yet. "This is very expensive," Valerie said. "Oh please. All my birthdays I've been gifted with pure gold necklaces and earrings that cost more than this limited car and yet I've only given you bags and shoes that are not even half the price of this car," Tyler said.

Once their cars drove in through the huge black gate, Violet glanced through the tinted glass window of her rear seat and her jaws dropped in amazement, shock, surprise, what was it that she could give as a name to her present state? Her jaw and mouth were dropped in awe. ‘Is this a house?’ Her subconscious mind asked.

X shot aimlessly, hitting even the equipment in the van, as the wolf tore off his arm. Oxford cursed under his breath, watching X fight for his life. A large figure stepped in front of the vehicle, and Oxford instinctively reached for the gun at his waist—but before he could move an inch, he was shot three times in the shoulder. The pain was so intense that Oxford’s lips parted in a silent scream. Valentino tilted his head, a wicked grin on his face. Soon, X lay dead in the van, most of his limbs dismembered. Oxford’s disheveled hair was clamped in Valentino’s massive hand, the grip so tight it sent sharp pain into his scalp, making him wince.

“Tell me that is not what I think it is.” “It is,” Val said, almost sheepishly. Camilla dropped her cup and covered her mouth with her palm, eyes wide, hair sticking every which way. “Valentina! That’s the freaking Droptail Rolls Royce! Are you insane? No, is he insane? You’re kidding. You better be kidding because if not!” Val laughed, half in embarrassment, half in pride. “I swear that was my exact reaction. So just relax.” “Relax? How do you expect me to relax when you’re out here driving what’s basically money on four wheels? God. Val. I hate you so much. You’re living my dream.”