Novel & Cerita Creepy Valentines

Desperate to quiet her tears, I whispered, “What can I do for you?” Valerie looked up at me fiercely, red hot tears streaking her soft skin. “The aunts in the slave shops that raised me—they said vampire saliva has the power to bring happiness.” Her gaze found mine, desperate and pleading. “Kiss me.” My bones lunged for her, almost as if they were not tied down by skin and sinewy. But I stilled them and searched her eyes. “You don’t really want that.” She reached for me, her small fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt. Her gaze held a fiery torment—a desperate, drowning want. “Please,” she said.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

“You’re too direct.” “I only dare to be honest. And I asked you to call me Valen. Did you forget?” he questions with a wink. Vampires are irresistible. They have a charm that plays naturally against all humans, beasts, and dryads. The individual will be entrapped and intoxicated before they have had the slightest hint of it. It isn’t just beauty—though they often wear it like armor—but something deeper, something stitched into the marrow of what they are.

“Will you just tell me what I’m apparently missing? I’ve spent the last six months trying to restore order to a pack that a shithead nuked with next-level stupidity. I’m lucky I remember what day of the week it is.” Colby rolled his eyes but held his hands up, making the ‘settle down’ motion. “VALENTINE’S, dumbass. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You are mated to not only a huge over-the-top drama queen, I say it with love, but an Italian. That’s one of those countries that will call themselves the home of lovers.” Colby threw his hands up in frustration. My face went pale. “I am dead. I’ve never even celebrated Valentine’s Day. I mean unless you count in elementary school when the teachers mad

I echoed them—breathless, wet between my legs already. “I vow… to be pinned, to be fucked raw, to take your seed and swell for you. I’m yours… to wreck and worship.” Valentino last. Gentler grip, but his eyes were molten. Blood dripped slow as he spoke. “I vow, little rabbit, to tease that sweet pussy until you’re crying for release. To slide into you slow while my brothers watch—then hard while they join. To bind our souls so tight your orgasms echo in my chest. Heaven between your thighs, hell if you ever try to leave. You’re our forever.”

A bit of blood dripped onto Victoria’s gown. “Do your worst, false queen.” The disrespect sent Valentin back to a time long before he had been Headmaster of the Academy. When he had been a desperate and broken soldier, filled with grief and hate, fighting to survive. He reached for the scalpel. Victoria and Valentin had years of experience torturing vampires. They knew just the right ways to cut, to bring out pain and extend the inevitable. Their vampire captive should have given in long ago, but it was more stubborn, even in fear, than Valentin had given it credit for.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I'll just be happy when you finally get to be here with me." "Yeah?" "Yes." "Me too." Two weeks later and I got a knock on my front door. I was on the phone with Liam again, getting ready for work. It was Valentine's Day which was a themed day at the club. We could dress as Cupid and everything was going to be pink and red. It was the one of my favorites because for some reason, men loved us wearing feminine colors. I'm also sure that Kade pumped up the pheromones through the air vents.

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 let out a pained scream as I feel his thick length in my core and I hear him groan. His hands settle on my waist and his fingers sink into the skin as he pulls out, then thrusts in again, tearing another scream from me. "Fuck. This is why it’s you, baby. This is why it’ll always be you. You’ll always be my Veronica because you’re the only one I want to do this to. You have to understand I’m crazy for you. I’m completely in love with you, and it drives me insane when I see you around another guy. It gets me mad, Veronica, so please stop doing that to me. Stop doing that to us." He pauses and grunts as his strokes start to get faster. "I — fuck. You have me obsessed, baby, and I can’t stop n