Bubble Gum Valeria Novels & Stories

, the doctor knocked on the door of Adrian's bachelor apartment, where Valeria still lived. There was no answer. He knocked again. A few seconds later, the door opened slightly. A thick perfume wafted out, a mixture of scented candles and... champagne? A wave of heat came from inside. It was as if time had stopped there in an absurd fantasy. Valeria appeared in the doorway. Barefoot. Wearing a pink satin babydoll, so short it bordered on vulgar. Her makeup was flawless, her lips red as fresh blood. "I thought you were him," she said, disappointed. "Adrian told me he was coming."

** 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.”

"And it's precisely why I'm going to spend the rest of my life not taking it for granted." Valeria kissed him, slow and deep and mango-flavored. The stars outside twinkled softly, and in the distance, the sea purred its lullaby. The Next Morning – Checkout Valeria hobbled over to the concierge desk with Kc following behind, pulling three additional bags that hadn't been there when they arrived. "I purchased too many of these adorable hand-made baby hats," she breathed. "Do we have to declare 'excess adorableness' at customs?"

I rushed my words as mother checked her. “Bring the coly herbs” she ordered a maid, and she swung to action. The coly herb has a very strong smell of waking people from a coma. “She is out of danger now son and another tremendous news…” Mother trailed off with a smile. “What is it, mother?” I demanded dying of suspense. “Valeria is pregnant. She is a month gone” mother said excitedly and I smiled. The happiness in her made my happiness upswing. “I heard Valeria passed out,” father said, rushing in and I smiled. Would he be happy if I told him the good news?

She tasted her deeply while Valeria held her head in place and fucked her face slowly. “Yes… eat my cunt, you innocent little slut,” Valeria moaned. “This is what you were made for.” Valeria’s moans became louder and more desperate. Her thighs started shaking around Aurora’s head. “I’m going to cum on your pretty face,” she gasped. “Don’t stop… keep sucking my clit!” Valeria came hard, grinding her pussy against Aurora’s mouth as her juices flooded the young woman’s tongue. She moaned loudly, her body trembling with pleasure.

“It usually serves for European show people to come and enjoy, so if you want to know who the actors, players, and famous cheating people are, you have to be in this place.” I laughed heartily and listened attentively to the gossip Valeria had uncovered. She was a nice, chatty, and amazing woman. A waitress brought us our drinks, and we enjoyed ourselves very much. “You smell a lot like Alessandro,” Valeria said, and I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “My sense of smell is very developed, and even though there are a lot of concentrated smells, it's obvious that he has marked you to make his scent strong and be calm before bringing you here. My mate tends to do that all the time; it leaves him

“Whatever claims you have regarding your pregnancy, they are matters to be resolved legally with Morgan and the Erlangga family. Now please. Leave.” But Valeria did not react with anger, nor did she simply obey. Instead, she did something unexpected—she slowly sank to her knees upon the polished wooden floor. Bowing her head deeply, a heart-wrenching sob tore through the quiet room. “Please… Camelia… just hear me out…” Valeria wept, her voice cracking. “I know you hate me. I know you believe I am the villain who ruined your happiness with Morgan. But I swear to you, on everything holy—I never wanted any of this!”

I acknowledged, my voice smooth, “I can see where you get your presence from.” Valeria’s lips twitched, as if debating whether to smirk or sneer. In the end, she settled on something in between, “Likewise.” She said, her voice like silk wrapped around a blade, “I must admit, I’ve been very curious to finally meet you.” Liam, standing beside me, let out a low chuckle, shaking his head slightly, “Of course you have.” Valeria turned to him, her expression unreadable, “Liam.” She greeted, her tone dangerously neutral, “Still causing trouble wherever you go, I see.”

*** Video 16: A picnic near the lake (Age: 8 months) The recording started with Valery’s face as she checked the camera, positioned it on the grass over something, and crawled back to the distance where Alessia and Bella were seated on a flimsy cloth. Bella helped Alessia stay on her feet with her hands on her waist while my daughter tried to take wobbling steps toward Valery. Alessia’s attention fell on the dark blue tutu skirt around her hips and she grabbed the material with her small hands and put it in her mouth.

“That’s your cue, Mama.” “Stop calling me that,” I muttered, but followed her anyway. We’d barely taken a few steps when the door to one of the consultation rooms opened, and someone stepped out. Valeria. Or rather, Valeria Lombardi now, eight, maybe nine months along, her belly round beneath a loose beige dress. She looked pale and tired, like all the light had been drained from her. The kind of exhaustion that didn’t come from pregnancy, but from surviving someone like Rino.