Valente 소설 & 이야기

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

Valentina replied smiling Ryan walked up to her and handed the flowers to her. "Thanks, but then are you here for the photo shoot?" She asked "Yeah... yeah I am." "Great, this place looks so beautiful." Valentina said walking around Ryan on the other hand walked up to her tapped her and knelt down, his right knee on the ground and his left leg bended slightly. Valentina's eyes opened wide, her jaw dropped seeing him that way. It dawned on her that he was about to ask for her hand when he brought out a blue box ring, and opened it. It was a diamond stone and imprinted in it was a R&V.

Helene stood up from her seat and in a loud voice said, "Aranjo, quickly serve that tea before it cools down!" Helene's words seemed like a slap to Aranjo, she was sure that Helene or Halley had asked the servant to pull her to the main residence. And once again she was caught in the trap they set. Whatever he says to explain the reason why she is in this hall is already useless, Aranjo must be ready to accept her punishment later.

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

And Valentine. He was smiling broadly, teeth slightly showing. Valentine was gleefully smiling at the opportunity to repay a grudge he had nursed for over twenty years. Eugene couldn't bear to look at him anymore and drove his gaze down into his coffee cup. He felt detached from this space dominated by anger, bloodlust, competitiveness, and deep-seated grudges. Eugene swallowed the intense desire to kick away from the table and flee, along with his lukewarm coffee.

“I don’t care how hard it is. I want Elias back. I want Bain’s house burned.” Her father exhaled slowly. “You abandoned that boy. Killed his father. And now you want to use him as a weapon? You disgust me.” “I’ll do what I want,” Valeria hissed. “And you’ll help me. You owe me that much.” But what Valeria didn’t know—what none of them did—was that every village, every hunter, every shepherd, and every wolf-whisperer across the Pyrenees was loyal to Vulture. The moment any stranger so much as coughed, it was whispered across mountaintops.

Still, the sight of her, blood and rain on her brow, blades in hand, moved some current inside him that was not anger. Valentina fought like a woman who had rebuilt herself out of ash. She wove between the estate’s servants and hired killers with a confidence that made the men who came for her hesitate. She did not seek spectacle; she sought function. She killed the lieutenant who would have coordinated reinforcements with a clean shot and a softer blade — a choice that would leave no witnesses for Cruz to manipulate.

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

My entire body trembles with the sickening knowledge that I’ve just gone from one cage… into another. Rafè paces like a storm barely contained. “That asshole,” he snarls, raking a hand through his hair. “How dare he put his hands on her? On what’s ours?” Ours? My stomach twists. Valiente, on the other hand, stands behind his desk, calm as winter ice. His composure is worse than Rafè’s rage. it means he’s thinking. Calculating. Deciding. “Sit,” Valiente says. I know that isn’t a request.

The way Valtor gazed at Valeria, his eyes filled with adoration and gratitude, was a far cry from the cold, distant Alpha they had grown accustomed to. After dinner, they strolled through the garden, Valtor proudly showing Valeria the beauty of their home, Karan's gaze lingered unto Valeria, his eyes clouding with a mix of longing and resignation. Valtor's instincts didn't miss the discreet glance, and with a delicate yet possessive gesture, he wrapped his arm around Valeria's waist, marking her as his own. The message was clear: she was off-limits, and any potential suitor should look elsewhere.