Vox X Valentino Novelas e Histórias

Oh Goddess, what had I become in just a few weeks? The soft click of the door made me jump. I hadn’t even heard him enter. “Penny for your thoughts, little mate,” Valentino drawled, his voice low and teasing, laced with that velvet edge that always sent heat pooling in my belly. I forced a bright smile and turned toward him. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing only low-slung black pants that hung dangerously on his hips. His dark hair was tousled, golden eyes sharp and knowing. Valentino was the eldest, the most controlled of the three, but I could see the wolf just beneath his polished surface.

"Yeah , me and my family always gather together at Christmas" "Oh that's nice.. I'll see you next year then" He patted my head and suddenly this question came out from my mind "Harry.. can I ask you something?" "Yeah? Anything" "Why do you call me Val not Valentine?" I asked and he laughed "Valentine is mouthful , Val is shorter" Joey said that my name is beautiful.. "Oh okay" "Why ask that kind of question? Aren't you used to being called Val?" He asked and I shook my head "Just asking.. my head is weird after exams" I said

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.

Get in, and we'll talk. "I have a car," replied Valentina. "You have a car" Jacob looked around. "Where is it?" "Behind yours." Jacob turned around to look and laughed out loud, "Is that a scooter?" "Yes," Valentina replied in a muffled voice, her face flushed for an embarrassing moment. "Come on, I'll give you a ride back" Jacob flashed her a smile and, regardless of Valentina's response, walked a few steps and put the little Scooter in the trunk of his car.

I pressed my hip into his, my glare sending her scurrying. Dante grinned down at me. “My fierce principessa.” The night dragged, bids whispered, egos stroked. Nico wrapped with the BMW X5 Protection VR6: “3.0L inline-6, 335 hp, armored core, top speed 130 mph.” Clients buzzed, wallets itching, but we held firm, no prices yet. Let them stew. As the last VIPs filed out, Dante pulled me into a shadowed corner by the Nissan Patrol Y63, his mouth claiming mine.

*Chapter one* " I am not a virgin anymore!" repeated Valeria Thompson for the umpteenth time. Her tear-stained cheeks became wet again. She had done something truly scandalous. Unconsciously, she banged her head on the steering wheel bringing about it to hoot loudly. " Do you want to get me caught? This is not my car" she reprimanded the car pointing sternly at the steering wheel pouting her lips. Valeria was a sunset brunette. Her hair was shoulder length and mostly curly at the edges and a bit black at the roots. Her lips had a forever touch of shiny lip gloss naturally red. She was incredibly beautiful.

I said to him making my way into the elevator” “Well just know that you have just thirty minutes to get your ass down here or be ready for Dell's nagging” “Copy that,” I said and hung up immediately, the elevator opened and I stepped out and entered my room immediately, I ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower after which I came out, searching for what to wear, the new Valentino set that I got from one of my brands, it was a brown leather sweat pant and jacket, I took one of my black Italian shoes and paired it with the outfit, I packed my long black hair in a messy ponytail like I use to and thrown on a channel sunglass, I took my phone and car key, I decided I would be driving my ne

Luca flashed a quick, mischievous grin. We sat down. Vincenzo took the head of the table, and I settled beside him, painfully aware of every small movement. The ache between my thighs flared gently whenever I shifted, sending shy heat crawling up my neck. Valentina didn’t waste time. She turned straight to her brother. “I want to change my driver. The last one was stupid enough to try releasing information to the paparazzi without my knowledge or approval. He thought he could make a quick name for himself.”