Vox X Valentino Novels & Stories

Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him. Valen was a masterpiece of vampire allure. His face, perfectly sculpted, held a quiet but overwhelming intensity. High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and lips that, even in their neutral state, seemed to hold the promise of something dangerous.

I gulp, watching with wide eyes as my heart begins to race faster, and I reach for Savannah, crushing her to me. The taxi driver throws his hands up in the air, slamming them back down on his steering wheel as he curses out loud. He has no idea why the black SUV has cut him off or who they belong to. The doors to the SUV open and I Inhale a shaky breath when I see Don Valentino exiting it. He doesn't have his usual pissed-off expression staining his complexion. It's been replaced with a very fucked off expression and with each stride, he takes towards the taxi, his eyes cloud over with the devil dancing in them.

Xanthis said, running a hand through his hair. Few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Valentino with a pretty red head latched to his side. Dre noticed that he looked different from the last time he'd seen him. He looked really pale, not in a healthy way. He had dark bags under his eyes and his previously shorter hair was now as long as Dre's. He looked very nervous, Dre could tell by the way his gaze kept flicking from him to Xanthis. Both men stared at each other, silently. Really, Dre didn't know what to say and clearly Val was speechless too. The red haired lady beside him nudged him in the rib.

Valentino's gaze was serious. "I'm not interes-" Jaxon's words were cut short as Valentino attacked again. This time, Jaxon managed to block the hit, but the force nearly knocked him off balance. Valentino attacked again, but Jaxon dodged, causing Valentino's punch to hit the wall instead. The wall cracked. "Shit, you could've destroyed my handsome face," Jaxon complained. Valentino was huge, strong, and had swift reflexes. His hits were brutal. Jaxon had seen him smash one of Fernandez's men's heads against a wall, leaving his brains spilling out.

“Well, you don’t look you best tonight, but hey, I guess we can’t please everyone.” “Someone is mad.” “So, what’s this party all about?” “You’ll find out soon enough.” He went back to pressing his phone, leaving me to look out the window since I had been stupid enough to drop my phone in my car earlier today. After what seemed like hours of driving, the car came to a halt. “We’re here.” Valentino picked up a box from the floor of the car, next to his feet. He opened the box to reveal a black, diamond-studded choker.

A perfect timing. "Welcome, Mr xanvier". His baritone voice sound better than it was over the phone. "Please,sit down". He continued with his strong Italian accent as he pointed to the empty office chair in front of him "I am so glad to have you here. We have heard so much about you, and we hope you can put in more efforts here." He concluded with a smile on his face. He looks perfect with a chiseled jaw and a full lips. The smile etching on his face reveals a set of white teeth.

It was 7:30 PM when Valentina arrived home from work, the sun dipping below the horizon. She had clocked in way over standard hours, but her Mustang made the long drive worthwhile. The sleek car was her pride and joy, a gift from Kayden for her twentieth birthday. She loved its speed and the thrill it brought—every cool, fast sports car sparked a sense of freedom in her. After a quick dinner, she retreated to her room, which was decorated in soft pastels and adorned with fairy lights, giving it a cozy, inviting glow. Plush throw pillows decorated her bed, and colorful artwork filled the walls, reflecting her playful, feminine side.

Val stared intensely at him before muttering an **okay**. ****************** ****************** "Xavier,I want that"val screamed pointing at a cold lolly. "Again?"Xavier asked frustratedly. *okay,this was supposed to be a date but hey val had been buying so many things that Xavier see as a "childish stuff". "What?you can't get it for me?!"val pouted "Of course"Xavier reply smiling. " just have a taste"val persuaded "No"Xavier said crossing his hands in an X shape showing is no.

"Proud of you man." Julian drained the wine down his throat in a single gulp. He was about to reply when the announcer's voice boomed through the loud speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the number one business tycoon in the United Kingdom, the CEO of Valentino International... Mr. Julian Valentino!" The applause that followed next was loud and cheering. "It's showtime," Damian said dropping his glass of wine as they both stood heading for the stage. Julian stepped into the stage light, his black tuxedo absorbing the flash of numerous cameras.

Valentino’s voice rasped from the bed. I closed the box fast. “Shut up.” "I wasn’t touching, " I lied. He chuckled "You were staring like you wanted to fuck it."and rolled onto his back, sheets barely covering anything. “Big day today. We better get going.” Hours later In The Car back to Naples… The engine rumbled low. Vittorio drove like the world owed him something. Valentino was in the back with me, his leg pressed against mine, heat radiating.