Bubble Gum Valeria Novels & Stories

William greeted her with a smile, "How did it go?" "Perfectly," Valeria grinned, "I'm thirsty, can you pass me some water?" Valeria gulped down the bottle of water that William had handed to her before returning it to him, "It was a success! I can't believe my plans turned out so well!" "That's great to hear, congratulations!" William was excited after seeing how pleased Valeria was, "Shouldn't you reward me now that your plans have been carried out successfully?" "Of course!" Valeria wrapped her hands around William's head, "Let me give you a kiss!"

Although I was used to being around classy people like this, it didn't mean I enjoyed the stiff atmosphere and boring business conversations. “You must be Belva Moguel.” I stiffened. She didn't seem surprised at my reaction. Instead, she just smiled deeper. I tilted my head, trying to remain calm. “And who are you?” She held out a hand. “Valeria Mikhailova.” I shook her hand hesitantly. “You know me?” Valeria took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, though she only held it without actually drinking it. “I've been working at Romanov International since ten years ago.”

** Far away, in a candlelit room filled with velvet drapes and religious iconography, Valeria stood in a white silk robe, watching the Zurich feed burn in real time. “Good,” she whispered. Then she turned to a room filled with men in robes, all seated around a long table. “You’ll still get your shipment,” she said with a smile. “As promised.”

Our need to consume each other growing and growing. Valeria spread her legs and gasped sweetly when he dipped his finger inside her hot cavern, rubbing against the sensitive spot inside her with the tenderness she hadn’t known before. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking nervously when his lips moved from her cheek to neck and lightly pulled on her earlobe, his warm breath tickling the shell of her ear.

“But I want you right at the edge. Crying for it.” Gabriel’s vision blurred. She used a small plug next. Slowly twisting it inside him. Then switching it out for a larger one. Then larger. His body trembled. His thighs strained. His cock twitched and throbbed, untouched. Valeria licked a long, slow stripe up his chest. “I wonder what Selene will say if I make you beg me to keep you.” His eyes widened behind the gag. She laughed. “I won’t. She doesn’t share. But it’s fun watching you squirm.”

Marco nodded and I waved him out to gather my wits and regain my sense of purpose. A few hours later I was back in my study, reading reports. There was a knock on the door which distracted me. “Come in,” I said, not raising my eyes from the ledger. The door groaned open and Valeria stepped in. I didn't look up from the page, ignoring her, but something floral, sharp with the hint of femininity, drifted toward me on the musky air. She swallowed hard and in her husky voice she read from an iPad, updating me on the goods I had her checking. I looked up, the hairs standing at the back of my neck.

She glared at the cheap plastic box, and a second later, her mocking laughter erupted again—this time, much louder and more cutting. "Oh my god... so that plastic piece of garbage belongs to this hillbilly?" Valeria sneered, glancing at her friends who joined in on the demeaning laughter. Valeria stepped forward, pointing at the box with her expensive, manicured nails. "Ju, are you seriously willing to hold onto something that disgusting? God, look at the packaging, it’s so cheap. Probably bought it at a thrift store or a flea market. Besides, are those cookies or rocks? The shapes are a total disaster," Valeria mocked sharply. My tears were flowing freely now, and now Julian had managed to

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

" You're watching like a parent.” A soft laugh escaped her lips. " Oh, no,” she waved off. "I'm just waiting on the plate and cup.” She paused. " I can come back later, if I'm making you uncomfortable.” She shook his head immediately. " It's fine, I'm not uncomfortable. Believe me.” *** Before retiring to bed, Valeria went online and placed an order for a cake. She couldn't stop smiling to herself as she selected the color she felt Ivan might like, and as she imagined how he'd react.

“What brings you here?” Valeria smiled, her radiant face lighting up the room. “I thought I’d drop by with a little treat from Davao,” she said, her voice warm and breezy, as though nothing had changed despite the time and distance. She placed the box down on the counter with a flourish. “Cakes and durian. A little something to make the day even sweeter.”