Draculaura Valentine Novels & Stories

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

I hissed. Valentina smiled, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I showed you your true potential, Raven. You're one of us now." But you have no right to my man. She claims. My anger boiled over, and I lunged at Valentina. The older vampire was too weak and slow. As she lay on the ground, Valentina's eyes cried blood tears with pain. "You'll never be human again, Raven.... and you have what belongs to me. He was promised to me even before I was born, he's MINE!! And then she wakes up screaming "NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Lyra sneaks off and calls Niklaus...

Beth said to her. Laura just smiled at the woman. "It's okay, Beth," she replied. "Is he in his room?" Laura asked, referring to Draco's whereabouts. The woman nodded in response. Laura left the laundry she was working on to go see Draco, and she didn't even change her clothes because they were wet from washing. She just made sure the part covering her chest wasn't wet. She'd change later when she finished the laundry. The important thing was that her bra wasn't visible through her clothes. She left the laundry room to go see him.

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

I demand, not giving him time to change his mind because the antidot will last a day and he won't feel any pain till than, and I don't have so much time. " The Dragon Cave. He was about to come to an agreement with the Sinclairs but you beat him at that and took them from him. After they made a deal with you they cut the ties to him and that doesn't sit well with him." he rushes out. Good to know that the Sinclairs are loyal, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm screwed ! Valentine is the leader of the Russian Malinkova Bratwa and he has more gun power than I do.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

Chapter 18 The Life After Death (The Last Reign of Vampires) In the very wild farm owned by the Bladimr Family, they chose to bury the remains of Dralia Vara Caldaraba, the child of Delia, and Dracu who went missing a long time ago.

"That would be… foolish." My breath caught, making my knees nearly gave way. "Who..." My voice shook. "...who are you?" He smiled, slow and cruel, yet devastatingly beautiful. "Valerian." The name crashed into me like ice water. My stomach churned, my lips parted but no sound came out because everyone knew that name. Valerian Draegor? The Blood Prince and leader of the vampires. The eternal figure whispered to have lived for two centuries yet carrying the face of a man barely thirty.

She was trapped, caged between truth and survival. Why can’t I just kill Lauren? The thought flashed, dark and vicious. It would end everything. It would save them. Once, she had believed Sila was their enemy. But Lauren… Lauren had devoured their happiness whole, like a serpent swallowing prey. Sila was far better than her. Valentina wiped her eyes and headed toward her mother’s room, only to crash into someone. “Klaus…” she whispered up. She quickly brushed away her tears, but it was too late. Klaus’s sharp gaze locked onto her, missing nothing. “Were you crying? Your eyes are swollen.”