Creepy Valentines Novels & Stories

He swiped his key card to enter the room. When Trey opened and stepped into the bedroom, his senses were immediately heightened by the eerie silence that enveloped the space. The air was thick with the pungent scent of an aphrodisiac. Valerie was lying on the bed, propped up on her elbow, her gaze fixed on his every move.

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

oh. In the middle of his legs on the bed, the flyer glows. A faint, eerie shimmer at the back. A sun symbol. Save the planet from vampires. Valentine’s eyes widen. He looks at Achilles. Something unspoken passes between them. Valentine exhales sharply. “This is impossible.” He flips the flyer over, inspecting it like it might bite. His expression is unreadable. Achilles clenches his jaw. “I haven’t heard about them for a decade.”

But even as I’m freaking out, I know that I can’t allow him to see that it bothers me. I jump to my feet when I hear the lock sliding open, and my heart starts to pound in my ears; a cold sweat slips down my back, knowing that this is the end for me. This vampire I’ve been hunting for years is about to make me his plaything, and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it. Heavy footfalls and the sound of chains accompany my dread as it approaches, but I blanch when I see the person coming to collect me. “Hey, Kitty Kat,” it’s the blonde vamp; my supposed informant, who I know now is Valentine, Priest’s most trusted man. Amusement plays on his face as he takes in my filthy, sweaty form, and I

the voice again pronounced in her mind as it revealed the culprit behind it to be a warlock, levitating in the air, just above her line of sight. It was a marvel that Andrey couldn’t make out, it was the high mage. ===== “Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!...” Valentine let out thumps as he thrusted into Fay. She wouldn’t even let out a moan as they both covered inside sheaths and she became only a tool. That moment that she chose to shoulder a smile to ease him into whatever he chose to do spelt her doom, and an opposite reaction than what he expected.

Vampires with a lack of emotion for human life will view bright and hot red bloodlines as trophies to be collected and displayed. Her sad look immediately made Drake relent. He then reached a compromise while softly stroking her lovely face. “If you feel like this is a burden on you, just come and say hello. Since this is a big, very important event, you cannot be absent. But you should still show up because this is a matter of honor.”

After getting on his seat, the lead vampire lord started to read the vows and the two were repeating each word after him. The two were waiting for the words "You may kiss the bride" to fill the whole room. As they echoed, Kyson was already leaned in kissing her passionately as if there was no tomorrow. He didn't even accomadate the shyness of his bride. All he wanted was to devour this woman.

He didn't deserve the snake curled around him, whispering poison into room she should never have entered. “You talk about Eloise again,” I said, my voice low, deliberate. “You breathe her name the wrong way, look at her with anything less than reverence, I'll end you, and I'll have a fucking smile on my face while I do it.” Valentine blinked, a flicker of something behind her lashes. Fear, it slipped through her mask like blood from a crack. “You wouldn't,” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction now. “Not in front of a child–”

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)