Naressa Valdez Novels & Stories

As though climbing higher didn't mean someone else had to fall. The applause hadn't even faded before the final name appeared. Rank One. **VALENTINA ASHFORD.** The hall erupted, students stood, teachers clapped and even Principal Lawson smiled wider. Valentina stood gracefully, thanking everyone with a modest nod. She looked exactly like the girl every parent wished their daughter would become. Perfect, confident, untouchable. Yet...Something felt off. As she sat down, our eyes met again. This time she wasn't smiling. She looked...worried.

simpers Valerie as she gives me a nudge, “Then you must take Natalia with you. She’s got nothing proper to wear. Poor girl just got kicked out by her own father. Has nowhere else to go. If it weren’t for Mr. Ramirez, she’d probably live on the street right now.” My eyes widen in disbelief as she continues. How the fuck did she know about all this? Right, it must be Eason. How dare him! Katherine is still confused, “I don’t understand. Natalia, do you know Mr. Ramirez?” “Oh you haven’t told them yet?” Valerie speaks up before I can, “She is Mr. Ramirez’s stepdaughter and Eason’s—” “Val!” Eason interrupts her sharply. Valerie stops and turns around to look at him. She suddenly seems a bit nerv

He muttered and faced Annabella "Are you the new nanny?" He asked "Yes I am" Annabella replied "My name is Jay,the boss's favorite driver" Jay said and Annabella chuckled "Nice meeting you Jay,I'm Annabella" Annabella said They got to the car and Theo opened the door "Hi" Annabella greeted and Theo replied with a cold nod which confused Annabella "He never smiles" Alex whispers to her when they entered the car "Really?" "He's the best bodyguard here,an army" Alex added

You can come to my homeroom by that time. "What homeroom?" he asked. "32B," she said and turned to leave. "Okay. Before you go, what's your name?" "My name is Vanessa," she said and left him standing there when she sensed footsteps. She didn't want to get in trouble in case it was a teacher coming. Colton went to the library to wait. He wanted to read something to pass the time but couldn't concentrate. He really hoped Anna would be okay.

Instead, he grumbled, "Crying won't solve anything." "You need to find a way to use the Valdis family to help us recover." "Have you seen what our stock price looks like since the engagement party?" Selena lowered her head. "I understand." Hidden beneath the table, her nails dug into her palms. Her lips nearly bled from how hard she bit them. Then suddenly— Her eyes lit up. "Dad." She looked up. "Vessara just got out of prison." A smile slowly formed. "She doesn't have any evidence. And she's an ex-con."

Valerie walked over and sat down on the couch beside her. "Hi… You must be Peter’s partner. I’m Valerie Bartz." "Hi… I’m Celeste Mason. Sorry, I’m a bit out of it—I dozed off for a bit."

Abby said. "If I'm not the cheer captain, then who is?" Isabella looked irritated. "Sorry I'm late, Coach Naomi, my car broke down earlier," a familiar voice said, walking in, and Isabella turned to see Valeria walking in, dressed as a cheerleader. "What's going on? Why is Valeria dressed like that?" Isabella asked angrily. She couldn't hide the fact that she was truly fuming. "Is, Valeria is the new captain," Gloria said.

NORA Every head in the room whips around. Marcellus's expression darkens with icy annoyance. Someone dared to interrupt his perfectly orchestrated trap. A familiar voice echoes through the stunned silence like a battle cry. "ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT!" Valentina, my chaotic best friend who is fresh off a flight from Paris by the looks of her oversized sunglasses and designer travel outfit, storms down the aisle like she's walking a runway. Photographers are having the time of their lives. The priest looks like he's questioning everything.

Alessia asks, and a few other girls snigger. The red-haired model-type throws some weight around, Valeria informs me- because of her obvious good looks, her easy confidence and the fact that she is a star student in the little academy of female-led assasination known as the Dollhouse. She's been top of the class, ever since I- well, Thirteen- went for that last operation and ended up in a coma. Post that, Alessia had dominated the evaluation charts with ease, rising to Number One- a position that once used to belong to Thirteen; the same one she had claimed so effortlessly in her first month here it was almost like a birthright.