Creepy Valentines Novels & Stories

It crumbled one secret at a time. Valerie notices something unexpected. The writer never describes his brother as evil. Instead, he describes him as frightened. Afraid of being forgotten. Afraid of remaining second. Afraid that history would remember only one brother. That fear slowly transformed into envy. Envy became resentment. Resentment became betrayal. Valerie understands why the first bride insisted that fear, not darkness, created the curse. Fear changes people long before they realize it. She quietly wonders how many lives might have been different if someone had confronted that fear instead of hiding it.

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.

"But ... I would be willing to give that a try too if you like." "Maybe later," Valerie laughed back, "but first, I want you again." "Already?" Bree said, a touch of surprise in her response. "No, not already," Valerie said as she pulled herself up far enough to kiss Bree, "always." Following the kiss, Valerie moved Bree upward, even as she herself slid downward until her face was between the younger woman's legs. Seeing where she was going, Bree brought her body down until her pussy was pressed hard against her mouth. Valerie wrapped her arms around Bree's thighs from the underside and, clearing a path for her tongue with her hands, immediately began to demonstrate the magic she had become

She knew that she would be forced to accompany him, but she had no idea that he would take her to the entertainment club. "Are you working on the first day of the Chinese New Year?" She stood at the door, fearing to go beyond. The parking lot of the entertainment club was choked with various cars. The club was pretty lively even for the daytime. "No," he replied softly, as he walked in, holding her around the waist. As they pushed the door and entered the luxurious private VIP room, Crista was consumed by nausea. She was allergic to the smell of alcohol and cigarettes and swooned into a bout of coughing.

He tightens his hold on Valerie as a bewitching smirk curl onto the Harpies face. "How bold of you to threaten an agent of Zeus." Jaxson narrows his fearless gaze as the Harpy flickers her gaze to Valerie's figure. Jaxson held her bridal style, concealing her from the Harpies. "Hmm, that woman in your arms. Who is she?" "That isn't any of your fucking business," Dylan growls. They were wasting time; he was unsure how long Valerie had. "Hmm, a pureblood Vampire? I haven't punished your kind in over four thousand years – I began to consider your ancient blood no longer existed," the harpy murmurs curiously. Her piercing blue eyes were gazing into Dylan's.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

He grunted his thought trailed to The Alpha. Kael He had heard his uncle had injured him, left him bedridden. Val wouldn’t lie, the news pleased him. Kael had finally met someone who could rival him. His doom. He should use this moment. Make the girl reveal everything. She walked closer, believing he was still asleep. As she stretched her fingers toward him, Val caught her wrist in a brutal grip. She trembled violently. “Please—don’t kill me,” she begged. But Val’s eyes were locked on her neck. His fangs elongated. He was tempted, being starved isn't pleasure for a vampire.