Romans & histoires Valiente

You want to stay in hotel dream on. Val rolled her eyes at his pettiness but soon realized her mistake without waiting a second she ran to the room and wanted to close the door but Jack stopped with his right hand. They both fought for sometime as Val is trying to push the door with all her strength but compared to Jack’s strength she is nothing. Jack easily entered the room.

"Are you foolish huh?" a stern male voice yelled startling Valentina who took a step back but straightened her back. Rolling her eyes she made her way to the table, picked up a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Mr Matias paced angrily around that Valentina was irritated. Turning around, she sipped on her wine and slowly sat on the couch. Mr Matias was fuming in rage as he turned to look at the woman before him

But his insult had fueled something within her, and she was enraged so much that she wanted to show him who she really was. "Your lack of knowledge is laughable. I am not a pretty princess as you clearly think I am. I am a warrior, you asshole," Valentina said, taunting him to see what he would do. She could already feel the anger rolling off her in waves as she waited for a reaction from him. "Are you ready to die?" he asked her with a creepy smile on his face, and she smiled in return too before she spoke. “That is a question you should ask yourself," she returned and this pissed him off even more to the extent that he shifted into his wolf form immediately. His wolf was a large and brown

said Valentino. His body shook violently with anger.

Eve returns. "It's okay, Eve, you have to apologise" Molly said. "Sorry!" Eve said. "Too fake" Vicky snorts. "Fine, I am very sorry. Are you okay now?" Eve apologizes again. "Better" Vicky accepts. "As I was saying before you two interrupted, I learnt a good lesson. It is not good to throw stone at the people that live in a hut just because you live in a glass house" Molly said "Yes, very true, because if the people in the hut throw it back, the glasses will shatter. Eve, take note" Vicky said glaring at Eve.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

Maya said sternly "Come on don't exaggerate, I do love Ryan and Owen but I want to go home." Valentina said "Hm, there must be a reason why he doesn't want to take you there yet, but if you insist on that I will take you there myself. Though I can't recall, but we will find a way no matter how long it takes." Maya said Valentina has a silver wolf inside of her, a very rare breed, one that most werewolves pray for relentlessly. Wolves who has this kind of breed inside them, becomes unstoppable monsters at the slightest of provocations.

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. 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.

"This isn't just about territory. This is Victoria's move." Matteo nodded and hardened his expression. "Then we make sure they don't get anywhere near her. Another explosion shook the estate, followed by a fresh barrage of gunfire. Valentine winced, her pulse racing. She could feel the walls closing in, the chaos pressing down on her. Arnulfo reached out to touch her cheek, forcing her to look at him."You are very strong,Valentine." he said. "We will get over this.Trust me.” She nodded, swallowing her fear. “I trust you.”

With a steely resolve, she tightened her grip on his collars, her eyes burning with defiance. "I may be many things," she admitted, her voice low and fierce, "but I will not stand by and let you do this to my child. Not while I am still breathing." With that final warning, Valeria released her hold on Richie's shirt, pushing him away with a forceful shove. He stumbled backward, his expression a mask of fury and disbelief as he glared at her with undisguised hatred.