Vox X Valentino Mga Nobela at Kwento

He called, and motioned me to the car. A large smile crossed my face, and I ran over to Xavier's car. I was always excited to get a chance to ride with him. For his sixteenth birthday, his parents took him to a car dealership, and allowed him to pick out any car he wanted. Xavier was a car fanatic, so instead of just picking a car off the lot, he had one custom ordered. He had fallen in love with the Ford GT. It was a sleek matte black car, with silver racing stripes. He told me that he chose the launch control interior because of me. My favourite colour was orange, so he chose to have orange added to his car.

That’s why the Valentino’s still haven’t finalized their deal with the Frontino’s and I didn’t care, because they’re the ones that needs us. “I am not taking Christina. I am taking Hazel. And that is final.” Victor still wasn’t having it, he raised his voice something he almost never did. He listed every reason why Hazel was beneath the Valentino name. But I stood my ground, refusing to yield even an inch. The air in the room crackled with tension, two powerful men locked in a battle of wills. Finally, Victor stopped shouting. He became quiet. Dangerous quiet. He looked at me for a long time, then spoke in a voice I rarely heard from him.

The elevator dings, and the doors open to the underground garage where his black SUV is already waiting, engine purring. He guides me into the back seat without another word. The driver doesn’t ask questions, and just pulls away like he was told beforehand where we'll be going. Valentino slides in beside me, the door shutting with a heavy, expensive click. We pull out into the city streets. Sirens wail in the distance, probably heading to SKYLINE. Valentino lights a cigarette, cracks the window, and exhales slowly. “We’re going shopping.” I blink. “Shopping?”

Mate is here. My eyes go wide, hearing her say that. I bolt out of the car and inhale leather and cardamom. It sends shivers through me. Euan is my mate. He’s mine. Coventina takes control and bolts through the door, barreling into Euan, making us topple to the floor. “Mate.”

Matteo Valentino ~•~ "How would this work anyway?" Cassandra asked, stepping into the vehicle. She looked absolutely breathtaking with a red satin dress wrapped around her body and pearls hanging down her ears. She looked delectable. I took the present in her hand and placed it beside me before placing a kiss on the corner of her red-painted lips.

I guide my fur-coat off her shoulder and expose her neck. She looked delicious. Her white, silvery hair falls in soft curls to her tailbone. Her silky, smooth, creamy white skin is lightly brushed with goosebumps, waiting for the touch of my lips, “J-Jaxson…” the sound of my name rolling off her lips is torture – pure, fucking torture. Gripping a fist full of Valerie’s hair, her plump cherry lips touch my own, and I throw out all self-control. As per usual, her soft lips against my own always takes me by surprise. Electricity stings and sizzles across our lips. We’re at each other like wild, untamed beasts inhaling the other.

I speak while I respond to the text with my location. “After all,” says Valentina, “no one buys a car for a hundred and fifty thousand euros if they don't love the person, they are giving it to.” I choke on Valentina's comment, and the two bitches laugh at me. Fuck, how much is that in dollars?

Execution will be an entirely different battle. Just as I start mentally mapping out the structure, the sharp screech of tires pierces the air. I turn my head slightly, watching as an Aston Martin Superleggera comes to a smooth halt just a few feet away. And there he is. Ciaran Valente. He steps out of the sleek car, his movements unhurried. No blazer today. Just a dark shirt with the top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up as if he’s been doing actual manual labor. His dark hair is slightly tousled, strands falling onto his forehead.

Asher made an excuse, and it made Valencia feel bad. "Hmph! Reason!" Valencia replied sarcastically. "Valencia Addison. Although you use the Addison surname, I know you are not one of the members of that Family, and I understand your desire to find your true identity. I will help you with that." Vallen's heart stopped beating for a moment. He then looked at Asher with a sharp gaze. 'Asher knows everything? I knew he wasn't an ordinary person.'

The Valenti estate stood north of the city behind iron gates and old trees. When I stepped out of the car, my father was waiting at the top of the marble stairs. Lorenzo Valenti had aged in eight years, but not softened. His hair was silver at the temples, his black suit immaculate, his eyes the same dark gray that used to make grown men choose honesty. I stopped at the bottom step. "Papa." For one long second, neither of us moved.