Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

“Don’t waste my time, Griffin.” His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something colder. “I want what your father owes me. His blood built his empire, and now, you’re going to help me tear it down.” I scoffed, ignoring the ache in my body. “And you think kidnapping me will do that? Ray doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” “Maybe,” Dylan said, his tone measured. “But you’re not just anyone, are you? You’re the Valisteen Princess. The perfect pawn.”

What else don’t I know? Then the air shifted. A hush fell over the courtyard as Valentina made her entrance. She wore black, midnight silk that pooled like liquid shadow, cut dangerously low at the neckline and slit high enough to reveal long, toned legs with every step. Diamonds glittered at her throat, but it was her smile that cut deepest: knowing, intimate, dangerous. Two guards flanked her, though she moved as if she owned the entire villa. Valentina’s eyes locked on Sandro first, then slid to Elena with predatory sweetness.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“You noticed the wine before anyone else.” Her lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the window. “I notice many things. Occupational hazard.” His gaze slid to her, sharp as a blade. “How?” Valentina let out a soft laugh, brittle as glass. “What do you want, Dante? A detailed history of my palate? Maybe I should publish a guide: Poisons and Perfumes, by Valentina Moretti.” For a heartbeat, silence again. Then his hand flexed against his thigh, the faintest crack in composure. “This isn’t a joke.”

"Stop shooting!" Valerie knelt on the ground, her cheek already starting to swell, and tugged the hem of Vivienne's clothes as she pleaded, "Ms. Kerrigan, you can hit me however you want, but I won't accept your money! I swear I'll never undermine your position as the fiancée. I just really love Cedric. Please, can you just let me off?"

As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity. "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor. "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf

Whatever it was, Valerie obeyed, heading inside. “Mr. Roth,” she said coolly. Her voice carried, even though she spoke softly. “A word. Now.” It wasn’t a request. Damien followed her toward the shadowed curve of the courtyard, away from the waiting staff and passing guests. The moment they were out of earshot, Valentina’s mask cracked. For a moment, silence stretched. Valentina poured herself a glass of champagne from the sideboard, slow and deliberate, before turning to face him. “You’re a clever man, Damien,” she began, swirling the glass lazily. “Clever enough to build an empire, clever enough to survive enemies who’d like nothing more than to see you ruined. But clever men often make mis

The atmosphere was really awkward for her alone, when other ladies had their boyfriend, or finance with them all enjoying a blissful afternoon and here she was waiting for her boyfriend's arrival. She wore a long white shirt, with tight red jeans that brought out her shape really well. At the back of her shirt, a red big heart shape was drawn with a word boldly screaming Valentine's day underneath it. Her long blonde almost white hair was packed neatly in a ponytail style. Valerie was a young lady gifted with round small lips, pointed nose which fitted her face well, long eyelashes which didn't need the artificial one again, and lovely deep blue eyes that fitted her round small face properly

The butler of the house switched off the lights of the hall and told Stavros that he should go back to his room. The Butler the hall soon, while Stavros decided to ask Christos once if he could find about Anastasia. Indeed, he was a loyal friend, but unlike Alex's father, he would not ruin Alex's life by forcing him for a marriage with the woman whom Alex hated to the core of his heart.