Bubble Gum Valeria Novels & Stories

She giggled. I almost chuckled when Valerian looked like he wanted to explode, but he couldn't. "I shall do that once you four have taken a bath." He turned his attention on the little girl with minimal black wavy mid-waist hair, with Valerian's face structure and my eye color, cognac, who was picking some hyacinth flowers. Valerian gasped in horror. "Oh, no, no, Vermilia, sweetie. That is your mother's favorite flower..."

“Why in the name of all that is sacred would you put that on your body?” “This one is,” she retorts with a devilish grin. “Valeria seems to have invented a rather odious perfume from devil’s tongue,” Fatma explains, keeping her distance. Aya and I look at the young woman with wide eyes, Valeria’s – as I now know her to be - devilish grin now a smug smile. Well, there’s no questioning that she has gone out of her way to cover her body in everything that would either repel, weaken or kill an irshiust and she seems quite proud of that. Given her cold attitude towards them, I’m beginning to think the perfume she’s doused herself in is preventing their calming energy from taking effect on her. Wa

She played with her fingers as her lips quivered. " I am asking because I can not think of any reason why tea would make one throw up. "Xander inquired as he sat on the glass table. Val looked up guiltily at me with his empty eyes. She was not a virgin anymore so it could be a possibility. A possibility she dreaded at the thought, her responsibility was too much. She did not even have enough money to do anything at the moment. His lips curved into a dangerous smile then he continued "Perhaps it was not tea. Rather a vinegar " he raised a brow causing Valeria to cough.

“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.”

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."

she says proudly, waving the cake in front of me like a cape before a bull. “You present me with a cake after you tie my hands so I can’t eat it?” “You’ll eat it in good time, but I’ll be tasting it first,” she smirks, grabbing one of the malt balls and using it to coat my nipples with the meringue. I gasp and squirm at the sensation. The balls feel smooth, and the meringue feels cool, but quickly warms to my body temperature. I look down to see my hardened nipples now looking like stiff meringue peaks. Valeria places the malt ball in my navel and dips her finger into the meringue, getting a clump of it on her finger. She runs her finger down my body and I throw my head back when I feel her

He did not even notice her coming into his office. Valeria walked up to him quietly and placed the bag on the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Honey!" William swiftly came back into reality upon hearing her gentle voice. He asked, "Why are you here?" "I came over as I have been missing you dearly. I have also brought you something delicious. Care to have a guess at it?" William took a peek at the tightly-sealed bag and began to blindly test his luck, "Milk tea, chocolate, yogurt, macaron, beef jerky, potato crisps..."

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.”

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.

Soft, warm light. Delicious food on the table. And her special drink. No one else was there. Only Valera, me, and my pet cat, Vee. “Thank you for inviting me, Luna,” she said. “I never expected this.” I smiled and pushed the drink toward her. “You deserve it, Valera. You’ve worked so hard.” She hesitated, then picked up the glass. Our fingers brushed. I watched closely. Just one sip. And the problem would be gone.