Creepy Valentines Novels & Stories

Most of them were pretty, and I happen to observe that they all have big boobs protruding from their chests. “The what?” I asked again, not wanting to believe now the fact that something like this exists. After all that Valentine has done and about to do, this sure makes him the infamous heartbreaker blah blah blah blah. “I think you heard us say it clear.” She said, edging her way beside me. She was wearing a flamboyant blouse paired with skin tight jeans, so tight that I can see her v thing traced in between her legs. “My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.”

I almost wasn't able to stop myself but I knew I had to for her own sake. Vampires can see other people's emotions but they cannot feel them. We are naturally emotionless creatures that don't feel things. That's why vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures you could meet because they're completely merciless. The only emotion they're able to feel is lust. I have a few that I can feel specifically because I'm cursed to be the protector but others couldn't. For example the hurt I was able to feel when Maya assumed I was the one who injured her. I was her protector and she should've known that I would never hurt her in any way. Those are the kind of emotions that comes with the curse of

He added and I groaned before sitting down on the last step of the stairs. "I couldn't sleep. I don't know why," I responded . Then he went to the kitchen and after a few minutes, he returned with food tray and give me to eat. He sat down next to me, his blue eyes gleaming inside the darkness and I tried my best to avoid making eye contact. “Can I ask you something?" I asked to which he nodded his head, turning to face me. That's when it struck me. Those blue eyes. It belong to the vampires of the people who are either powerful or crazy. That means the guy I searched for valentines day is vampire. I am shocked to the core.

I wondered if he had feelings for me and didn't want to break his girlfriend's heart. I smile, confident in my plan to make him jealous by going out with Lucas, ultimately making him mine. If Lucas is planning on making me another list of his one-time girls, it won't be evil at all to use him. ****** The next day at lunch, the plan had started without me making the first move, which was to flirt with Lucas by bending down in my mini cheerleading skirt to pick up a pen. I purposely dropped to get his attention right away. As they say, an evil plan always gets the devil's attention, and Lucas is the devil. He approaches me as I'm getting a book from my locker.

If the flap of a butterfly's wings in Tokyo could cause a tornado in Tennessee then it wouldn't be too far-fetched to say that a small kiss on the neck was an internal natural disaster causing my organs to liquefy and my overthinking to seize. I've never felt something quite like it before. There was something about Creed and I could feel it in my veins from the first moment we made eye contact. It was more than just attraction, there was something else keeping me here despite my heads natural reaction to run and never look back.

My thighs were slick, a faint sheen catching the light, and my skin still carried that flushed, overheated look that hadn’t quite faded. I looked… used. Not by anyone else. By my own thoughts. By him. I swallowed, dragging my gaze up to meet my own eyes, and for a second I didn’t even recognize myself. “This quickly got out of hand,” I muttered quietly, half surprised I just cummed to the thought of someone I had known for less than twenty four hours. But even then, I didn’t move away. Valentine's day arrived the way it always did. Loud, pink, red, and totally inconsiderate to single people like me.

Valerie gasps sharply, turning even paler as she recalls that day months ago in the ceremonial hall when Caroline shifted and charged toward her to scratch her face. This bitch had wanted to kill her back then, and she is threatening her now. Valerie's earlier smug demeanor vanishes instantly, replaced by a raw, vicious panic. However, after being exposed and humiliated in front of the watching staff, Valerie's rage overcomes her fear. She is a century old Vampire, how can she be afraid of a lowly slave who thinks she's worthy to threaten her. “You lowly slave!” Valerie screeches. In a flash of pure rage, she moves with her Vampire speed, her hand blurring through the air as she swings a vic

Summary: A young woman gets a surprise gift from her husband on valentine's day. It turns out to be a glimpse of her past life, and she finds herself pleading to be used by not one, but several strangers. •••••••••••• A Valentine's Slut (Part 1)

I nodded, smiling. "Sounds like a plan," I said, clinking my glass against Elrod's. But even as I smiled and laughed with my friend, my mind remained with Elena, wondering what the future held for her and her child. Elrod leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, Valentine's Day is coming up, and I'm thinking of getting Krissy something special." I nodded, trying to focus on the conversation. "What did you get her last year?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink. Elrod grinned.

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.