Descendants Valentines Novels & Stories

“My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.” “I know,” Of course I know her; she’s the last girl I saw having some public display of affection with Valentine a few weeks ago. “Seriously?” I asked wide-eyed. Jesus, Valentine was a legend, and yes, I hate him. I hate every cell and membrane that composes the very him. I might as well join this club for the thing that they stand for, but I have some stalking plans. “Yes, we’re all thirty in total, some are just absent,” Valerie said confidently. A part of my curiosity was wondering how all of these girls found each other. Are they even sure that Valentine really did break their hearts?

"Yeah. Let's just give them the same names. It wouldn't be a big deal." But to Axel and Cupid, it clearly is a big deal. *** "My daughter," Cupid cried as he held onto his baby. "My son," Axel said, trying to suppress the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. On February 14th, 2097, the two Valentins have been born into the world. Of course, their fathers don't know about this still. They were still too happy in their own space, not knowing that history had once again repeated itself. "Love, come here," Gillian called out.

CHAPTER 60 THE VALENTINE’S BELOVED WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! The patio was filled with grown-up men, Bryant Knoxx, Asael Knoxx, General Gilbert Valentine, and Major Paisley Valentine, General Gilbert’s youngest son was not around since he was on a trip.

My last Valentine was with my ex-boyfriend who ended up cheating on me with my so-called best friend, Ava. “Levi and his crew throw the best Valentine's party every year. I really cannot wait for this year's own.” I immediately knew I was not going. There was no way I was going to be in the same room with Vincent, Levi, and Cole. Diana turned my face towards her. “You are coming right? We are going to have so much fun and you get to pick out the one person you have a crush on and give them a gift.” “I am going to be busy,” I responded.

Valencia smiled and thanked her sister. Valeria didn't leave immediately; she was ogling at her sister's husband. She couldn't wait for her sister to die so that she would become Xavier Taylor's wife. She didn't even care about her unborn niece. Valencia felt uncomfortable in her heart and said to her sister, "Please move aside, my father-in-law is standing behind you." Valeria was so embarrassed that she moved aside. Valencia's father-in-law looked at Valeria strangely, then he approached the couple and said, "Thank you for blessing the Taylor family with their granddaughter, Valencia. My best friend, Mr Martins, gave me this envelope as a gift for baby Taylor."

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.

“It was describing her.” He didn't answer right away. Just held me tighter, his chin brushing against the top of my head. But I knew what he was thinking. We were running out of time. Kyante was moving fast and I feel like she was tracking all of my movements now. “My cousins from the Elyadrian Mountains will be here tomorrow,” Valen said, wearing a look that was half-smile, half-irritation. “You don’t look thrilled,” I teased, raising a brow.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

“I’m going to make sure no one ever hurts you again.” “How do you intend to do that?” she asked doubtfully. “Ron is my stepfather, and I don’t hold any grudge against him, so I’m not going to press further on the issue.” “I don’t care what relationship you have with your family, I don’t care where you get your genealogy from; I don’t care about any of that,” I whispered fervently, lifting her hands to my face and gently brushing my lips against it. Valentina flinched slightly, but she didn’t withdraw from the intimacy “I like you too much to worry about that.”

Valentine's aristocratic nostrils shot up as if she had caught a whiff of a particularly tasty piece of meat. Julian led his prisoner through the ballroom. At the bottom of the steps, he tossed Cuthbert hard to the floor without so much as batting an eye at Portia. He drew Valentine a delicate bow while supporting one booted foot on the small of his back. "For the pleasure of my lady." Valentine cocked her head to the side and took a moment to consider his gift. He's a little too chubby in my opinion, but I think it's the thought that counts.