Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

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

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

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

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

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.

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

"Just like a lawyer to ask that." Valentine murmured with a smile. He seemed somewhat excited as he led Eugene. "I have a gift for you." Valentine said while gripping the villa's doorknob. "...A gift?" Eugene muttered softly, thinking of the things Valentine had previously offered as gifts. A bag full of candy. When Eugene said he didn't like candy, Valentine promptly offered a bag full of money. And next, hadn't he offered to give Luciano's vacation house as a gift? Eugene looked around the villa. A luxury villa with a private dock and yacht. Not bad as a replacement for the New York Upper East Side penthouse.