Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

But when he saw me. His jaw actually dropped. For the first time, Alexander Valente looked speechless. His eyes darkened, slowly sweeping over me, taking in every inch as if committing it to memory. He said nothing. Did nothing. Just stared. And when he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough. "You look..." He trailed off, shaking his head slightly before meeting my gaze. "Stunning." A shiver ran through me. I knew that look. It was possession. And I hated how much I liked it.

Emily said and made way to slap her but the hand was held and stopped half way by Valentina "I won't let you do this tonight, not this time." "You put your useless hands on mine? You think you have won?" Emily asked "Won? Didn't know we were playing a game or something, look here Emily Hunter, I couldn't care less how many guys you throw yourself at... you are not attractive, what am I even saying? I overheard him call you ugly duckling, what an understatement, but then again, that's what he saw when he stared at you. Even an ugly duckling thinks they are the most beautiful creature in the world." Valentina said and smirked

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

I was only wearing a towel around my waist since I just came out of the shower. "You….You…" "Yes, princess? I didn't know you stutter." "Fuck you Madox! I don't! Put some damn clothes on so I can send you to hell properly!" There's the princess I know. With those words she stormed outside, probably to wait for me in the hallway outside the lockers. And all I could do was chuckle. This is all a weird way to show her any kind of affection, yes I know. But somehow so far it's the only thing I came up with when it comes to breaking down Valentina's walls. Many said she was the ice-hearted queen. But I think they were wrong. She didn't have a heart made of ice, it was just guarded with really hig

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

“–will lament about how the Valmont brothers treated him like trash under their feet. How they stomp on him, ruin him, make his business go under all for a woman. And since he caused a scene at their father’s funeral, and Roman punched him, it would be so easily believed.” I shook my head, my eyes wide. “Hold on. Please–” “And then another video of our sweet Cassandra will be released,” she went on like I hadn't spoken, her expression not changing for even a second. “A video of a dear mother, broken, about how crushed her son is. About how he was suddenly arrested with false evidence, and how he hasn't been the same after that. She will sob, wail, drop that disgusting pride of hers so the wh

I wanted that, the control over him. "Valerie, I-" I hushed him with my finger on his lips. His eyes filled with sorrow and regret. Giving my head a shake I stopped him from further saying anything else. Slowly my finger left his lips while my lips touched his. His mouth opened to take in my taste. I sucked on his bottom lip, the taste and smell of scotch attacking my senses. He kissed me like I was the water to his fire, his hands in my hair bringing me closer. It became more passionate and heated every second. Yet I remained unemotional to what he made me feel. My feelings were all locked up beside revenge. I bit his lower lips just enough for him to let me go. His eyes were dazed with lus

The girl looked behind to see Valentine glance at the clock and then he looked back at her into her honey eyes. ~ Meanwhile, they were going downstairs. Valentine glanced at walls and gallery designing and the way stairs were made and designed by English pavements and carvings. The architects on walls and the details put on the ceiling and the corners had him thinking who the girl really is. He thought maybe the girl belongs to a royal family because that’s the only thing that could explain the lavish design to him.

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

The air was heavy with the scent of burning sage and heavy northern lilies—Valerie’s signature presence. Three High Court judges, clad in their formal crimson robes, stood outside the council chambers, speaking in hushed, urgent tones with Valerie's father, Lord Vance. When they saw Draven approach, their conversation ceased instantly. They bowed, but it was the rigid, perfunctory gesture of men who believed they held the upper hand.