Novel & Cerita Creepy Valentines

What were portals and what was this all about? "Tell that annoying wolf of yours to create a distraction for you to slowly siphon more energy! I don't care how you do it, just GET IT DONE!" Valentine growled out as he took a long gulp from a goblet he was drinking from. The man was handsome and was dressed in very nice attire, but I couldn't get passed what Valentine had been drinking. Blood. He was a vampire; a pretty powerful one too from the way he carried himself. That’s what that atrocious scent is - the stench of a vampire.

Valentine declared annoyed but from inside his heart was suddenly catching a pace that made him feel nervous and scared. “Boss, I think it’s time to settle down. It’s not like you will get any younger. I can’t see you live either like a bloody hippy or choose a woman who would yap only about shopping and makeup. Females can be the devil if they want. Okay, let’s leave this matter. What if Miss Crystal finds herself another suitor? Maybe Harman isn’t one hot-blooded male and usually drools over others of his kind, but Victor is still there. He is like you in so many aspects and it’s not hard to fall for his dangerous aura. What do they say these days? Good girls fall for bad guys easily...” H

“It’s mine. The Valentine bloodline was meant to be reborn through me—not through some Fae-blooded girl.” She lifted up a mouse her gnarled fingers tightening around it. In a split second it squeaked and turned into ash. “I’ll burn their little Eden to ash. And when it’s done, he’ll beg me to save him.” At the Valentine mansion, roses had begun blooming out of season. Crimson petals glistened with dew, but Odessa noticed too late the black veins creeping up their stems. By dusk, the orchard was a graveyard. Dozens of animals lay scattered across the fields—bodies twisted and desiccated, eyes wide with terror.

Her whisper broke the night: “Why do I feel like I’ve known you before?” Damien’s breath caught, his entire body freezing as hope flared in his chest like wildfire. But before he could answer, the door slammed open. Valentina swept into the room like a storm in heels, her dark gown cutting against the pale moonlight. She slid in front of Valerie, protective, furious. “This ends now.” Her voice dripped venom. “I indulged your obsession because I thought you civilized. But this….” she gestured sharply between them, “....is harassment Emotional cruelty. You will not drag my daughter into your graveyard.”

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill.

Lucy: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE MARRIED? Lucy: VALERIE ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW Lucy: HOW COULD YOU BE WITH DOIMINIC CANTRELL AND NEVER TELL ME?? My jaw tightened as I typed slowly. Valerie: Betraying bitches don’t get to ask questions. Sent. Her typing bubble appeared instantly but I didn’t wait for her to give a comeback and instead; I blocked her. Done. Next. My thumb moved again before I even realized it. Dominic Cantrell.

What she wanted now was to find out what startled them. Selene and her companions barely move from their place, frozen in shock from what they were witnessing. Even when Valentine’s group appeared beside them, they hardly took notice of them. “What in the goddess’ name?” Valentine gaped, realizing why all of them stood there like statues. Just below where they were standing, dozens of human-like figures were piling up and swarming on the plains. A chill ran down her spine when she got a waft of the scent. The creatures were barely noticeable because of their earthen like smell, which was a mix of soil and dried grass, yet underneath those she caught a stench of rot and decay.

To get rid of our pup and date with his assistant on Valentine's Day, my mate Marcus forced our injured pup to go rock climbing and poisoned him. When I rushed my dying pup to the hospital, I unexpectedly saw my mate accompanying his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Our terrified pup lay convulsing from the poison, but Marcus didn’t even care about him. "He's just an Omega. If he was a proper wolf, he'd heal instantly!" I clutched the $100 million Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. I accidentally found it in the forest this morning.

Then a photo popped up. A close-up of a study. Dim lighting. A mahogany desk. A glass of dark red liquid. And right in the center, an open ancient parchment book. My fingers froze over the keyboard. My smile died. The blood drained from my face, leaving my limbs freezing cold. Stamped on the cover of that book was a dark gold crest. A snake eating its own tail, with a bleeding ruby for an eye. The Ouroboros crest of the Valerius vampire clan.

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.