Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

She rolls down all her windows before closing her door. "You got her calm?" Courtney asks, looking into the open driver's side window of Valentine’s truck. "Alpha aura," he mutters. She smiles warmly at me. "Hi, Vivian. I'm Courtney, your mate's cousin." "Hi," I smiled, despite myself. Whatever Valentine is doing to me, it's making me feel slightly drugged. I almost feel high right now, staring over at the beautiful red-headed woman I once thought was Valentine’s wife. Cousin. She is his cousin.

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

she said barely above a whisper. All of a sudden, Damien became hearing impaired. "Huh? What was that? I can't hear you?" Camille halted in her steps, letting loose a deep sigh as she stared out the window. And then she burst out in a loud voice. "I love you so much, Damien Christophe!" A low, husky chuckle rumbled through the phone, sending shivers down Camille's spine. Then, in a seductive tone that made her heart skip a beat, Damien whispered, "I love you so much, Camille Thomas."

“Okay, Boss.” “Get the lawyer to reply to the petition of your former secretary.” “I have it in mind. I can't wait to see how she would react.” Tim pouted and said, “What will she do? She will only cry and beg for pardon.” “You seemed to know her very well. I envisage that.” “Another important thing. Valentine wished to sell his car.” “Who is Valentine?” He grimaced and asked. “The criminal.” “Oh! Why if I may ask?” “He does not want anything to remind him of his past,” Tim explained.

As he squats down, he takes Valencia's right hand and opens the jewelry box before her. "Honey, it's probably too late. But allow me to say it one more time. Valencia is my love, and Alexa is my queen. Whoever you are, I don't care. All I care about is that I love you from the bottom of my heart. Will you accept this man who is not good at treating women as your husband?" Instantly Valencia broke into a smile. Asher's treatment of her touched her. Maybe what Asher did this time was exaggerated, but for Valencia, who had never received sweet treatment. This is something that makes her touched.

They all hear a knock from the chamber door before Betty can answer Valerie's question. Valerie was excited to see the Emperor's face, but she pretended not to be excited when she heard a knock from the large door while the three maids still put Valerie in the rose gold big gown that has a tight bodice with a low-cut neckline, huge ribbon bows down the center front, wide panniers, and is lavishly adorned in lace, ribbon, and flowers. Betty, the lady in her forties, opens the door, revealing the butler. Valerie peers through the screen of her dressing stall to see who's in the door, but she can't see the man in the enormous door since Sebastian and Betty are blocking her view.

"I have business to attend to." Turning Vladimier gave me a swift kiss on the lips before brushing a hand along my cheek. Smiling, he turned and headed back into his office, slamming the door shut behind him. Now alone with my tutor, I tried to plaster a smile on my face to show that I meant no harm, given the hostility and now repose I was getting from him. "Nice to meet you, Geofrey. I'm Valerie." I offered, holding up a hand. "How did you do it?" Geofrey asked instead, leaning closer to me and narrowing his gaze. "How did you manage to be reborn?"

Author Pov Valerie stared at the man in whose arms she was locked in disbelief. Can't he see how much she disliked the way that man was handling the girl? This wasn't the way a man should touch a girl. It was brutal and ruthless. She always knew that her body will be her Master's only. But she had a little hope of getting better treatment. At least he will consider her way of being intimate with him. Gently and carefully. But what she never understood that Xavier Valentino is the second name of cruelness. He loved roughness. He loves being in control. He loves when his woman quivers under him completely on his mercy.

Look at her, she's still looking at you with that disgusting defiance. Quiet, Cynthia, Killian snapped without looking back. He kept his focus entirely on Valerie. Well, Valerie? What is your answer? Are you ready to be reasonable? Valerie looked Killian dead in the eye. For five years, those eyes had been her sanctuary. For five years, she had loved every single jagged edge of this man's ambition. But looking at him now, sitting on the dirt of the lower courtyard, she felt absolutely nothing. The love was dead, and in its place was a vast, bottomless ocean of pure, freezing contempt.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."