Creepy Valentines Novels & Stories

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

He started to step closer, slowly but methodically, his dominance overwhelming the room. "Scream all you want," he stated, a cruel amusement running through his voice. "Nobody hears you, my sweet Valentine." The endearment dripped like venom from his lips and froze Valentine, her chest heaving as she glared at him with a mixture of rage and terror. He leaned down so close that the scent of him-an intoxicating blend of musk and danger-infused her senses. His finger brushed against her quivering lips, a touch so light it sent shivers through her.

They are called Flower Skulls. “Flower Skull…,” I muttered thoughtfully. "Leo?" called Frey looking at me who was silent. I immediately shook my head. Everything that comes to my mind is not necessarily true. I went back to talking about the Flower Skull with Frey. The organization operates in secret. They play an important role in society to eradicate the dangers caused by mystical creatures. "So, besides vampires, there are other creatures?" I asked.

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

It must be funny. “ You really have a death wish, ” Elyna can’t hold herself anymore. This guy is totally some psycho and bullshit. “ Wooo… Now I’m get to see some crazy bitch of Elyna, ” Adryan pretended to be scared. Then he laughing so hard. Elyna already reach her limits. “ You bastard!, ” Elyna shouting out loud as she feel really angry and can’t control herself anymore. “ Found you. ” Suddenly, there is a man with scary face that full of snake and other shape tattoos appeared in front of them.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.

Cold fingers slid down my spine, grabbing the last remaining scrap of fabric hanging at my waist. He leaned in close to my ear, his voice dripping with malice. "Quinn, don't blame me. Blame yourself for being too seductive. Everyone wants to take a look at it." I struggled like I had lost my mind, trying to kick him away, but my weakness only made it look like flirtation. "Can't wait any longer?" Calvin sneered, suddenly tightening his grip. Rip!

41 CLEOPATRA I fell back on the bed panting heavily for breath. The ward had a raw smell of sex and sweat. Valentine sat on the couch opposite watching intently as I tried to gather myself. I had a fluttery feeling deep down my stomach. I felt a throb between my legs. I guess my sex drive was terribly high today because I wanted more. I stepped down from the bed. Valentine studied quietly with a stoic expression. I went down on my knees before him, held his gaze and slowly undid his belt.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.