A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

Also told him that the letter didn't have a name on it either. I told him that maybe my bestfriends' got it for me but I wasn't sure. He just shook his head and looked back at the crowd of dancing people. Then he asked If I wanted to go dance, and of course I said Yes. We got up and walked to the dance floor the music was playing some sort of sexy music. So I decided that I was going to just dance the thought about the stranger who gave me the car out of my head and have a good night. After the first couple of songs had played I told Vlad I had to go to the restroom.

I don't know what happened, so I just shook my head and took three pieces of toasted peanut and threw it in my mouth, and let my tongue savor its taste. “Are you guys ready?!”Loud question of the gay that many men yelled at with extreme excitement. “Show us Valentina! Show us Valentina!” Those words became a chant inside the club. I stood up, looking at the men who were eager to see whoever that Valentine was. “Valentina is just a myth, gentlemen!” They laughed at me, leaving my mind to ask in silence. Why are they mad to see that Valentina? “You don't have any idea, idiot!”

Still, she slid two fingers between her folds, dipping them into her entrance before bringing them back out again, coated in her wetness. “I’ll be damned,” Holly said. “I wouldn’t have believed it after your rant about how sad Sally was for allowing the men to treat her the way they did. You said it was pathetic, if I remember correctly. And yet, here you are, soaked because I know you fucked my boyfriend. Who’s the pathetic one now?” “I am,” Valerie admitted. “So, what should I do to you?” Valerie tightened her resolve. “Whatever you want,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do to make this up to you.”

I accidentally found it in the forest this morning. I was planning to tell him the good news today. But now? It was time to break this five-year mate bond. …… After packing up my herbs for the day, I reached for my mate Marcus through our mindlink. "Honey, please come home early for Valentine's Day! I found something incredible!" His response came sharp and rushed: "Claire, we've got a crisis at the pack trading post. I have to deal with it!" "Where's Noah? You were supposed to pick him up from school!"

"Since you're starving, you should settle for any food." Jason stood and walked up to me. "You're doing this just because I didn't spend time with you on Valentine's Day. But I couldn't be there because I got into a car accident. Why are you kicking up a fuss? Forget it. Finish this yourself. I can't let Susan starve. I'm taking her out for a meal." He turned around to grab the car keys, then helped Susan up from the couch. When Susan walked past me, her gaze fell upon the bracelet around my wrist, her eyes flickering.

He declared, speeding up the car. He was Valerio Valentine. He was a predator himself, it wasn't that easy to make him a prey. He had hunt his whole life so, he will damned if he becomes the one being hunted. " Coming for you, my Cara." He mumbled with a creepy smile on his face. ------------------------------------------ Edna jolted in her seat, as Peter applied sudden break. Her hazy eyes, filled with sleep watching with confusion as Peter was out of the car. Damon frowned and followed him too but the scene in front of him boiled his blood.

After having shared a wild night with Scout Saccone, I received a wedding invitation from him the day after. The couple on the cover were leaning against each other. The sight of it pierced my heart. I immediately crushed the tie in my hand into a ball and tossed it into the trash can beside me. Before I could turn around and offer my congratulations, a sharp, playful voice rang in my ears. "Scouttie, take it easy. There's still someone else here." The blood in my veins froze as I stiffly turned around. There, I saw Scout walking in with his arm around Maya Walker's slim body.

I wouldn’t have had any complaints if I didn’t have to see all the Valentine decorations going on all around. “Just because you don’t have a partner doesn’t mean love cannot go around,” was the slogan of the village. Willow Creek knew how to make a small holiday look lavish. Hearts filled the streets, decorations filled every home. I would have loved this if I wasn’t having an internal turmoil. And the boutique, it had an annoying sound each time someone walked through the door. I cussed under my breath each time I heard the mix player effortlessly move through love songs in perfect sync.

Carol swallowed, unable to hide the slight tremor in her fingers. Then, Valerian reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a photograph and holding it up in front of her. "Do you know her?" Carol's gaze flickered to the picture. Recognition was instant, and so was the cruel smirk that spread across her lips. "Oh, the little flower shop girl?" She drawled, tilting her head in mock thought. "Why? Is she dead?" Her tone was mocking, filled with false innocence, but the glint in her eyes was pleased—pleased at the idea that Noelle might no longer be breathing.

Without a hint of hesitation and my face reflecting their dead hearts, I say. “I – Valerie Carson – the only heir to the Carson throne, challenge Valak Carson for his title!” The second those magical words pass my lips - all hell breaks loose. Not even the Gods can interfere now.