Funny Valentine Back Scar Novels & Stories

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

"I'm saying this because everyone knows he doesn't offer legal covering to most companies. And honestly, we don't have the money to pay for it." The omega went still, her back arched at an odd angle, for sure her spine was broken. The alpha didn't. I leaned forward. Hmm, that's an interesting effect. "You don't need money when you have me. My birthday is coming up, I'll ask him then. He'll do it for me, trust me." "Ah, valentine's day," I flashed Leonard a smile. "You remembered." He rolled his eyes. And goodness, did he look so sassy doing it. "Please, how could I forget? By the way, you owe me a thousand dollars. I accept cash only."

She tried to scramble back to her feet, but the stickiness of the liquid held her down, like a prey caught in a trap. I shook my head again in disappointment, why do they trouble this poor girl? What is so funny in making another person suffer this much? I heard Ethan chuckle as he got up holding his phone in his hands. Valentina slipped and fell again, her clothes some part of her upper arm was now covered in the sticky paint. “Do you need help?” Ethan towered powerfully over her with a mocking smirk on his face, Valentina’s tired eyes shot in my direction it was as though she was asking for help, and I looked away immediately. “Say it, do you want me to help you?”

I just had to do that to stop your memory from returning in another painful way, for now, enjoy it. 'Where is Valeria?' I asked, staring at his back, which had some faint bullet scars but was covered with another tattoo. This one was different types of butterflies trailing down his back like a one lined X. He looked at me over his shoulder and raised a brow. 'Valeria is my sister, the maid?' 'I sent her home.'

But mostly he is still always smiling and joking around. But after only a few days they put 2 and 2 together and realized I liked Valentina, even before I was ready to admit it to myself. They give me crap about it, sure, but it's never in a nasty way. And once again you could say it's like school all over again. Even though they make fun of my attraction to Valentina and call me a masochist since in their eyes I am falling for a hockey player hater, they still help me. That's why there are stickers in her notebook. Sean said she is too innocent to understand innuendos so we needed to make it more understandable. With stickers. Penis stickers. Kind of genius if you ask me. "What did I do thi

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

TARA Valentine marched forward with his long stride in his dark blue suit that cost thousands of Serevian Euros. His short blond hair was too clean for his unruly behavior. “I heard the rebellious daughter of yours is back!” My brother Valentine’s blue eyes locked with mine. He threw his hands in the air dramatically. “There you are. The prodigal daughter is back!” I rose to my feet. My anger boiled in my veins in an instant, so hot and volatile I could burst into flames.

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

He pointed to the scar on Ed's face. “My father’s scar is worse, though.” Val casually leaned against the railing that enclosed the T-Rex skeleton replica. His demeanor was not what Ed had imagined. Much more relaxed. Val even winked at a flirtatious girl who was openly staring at him. “You’re married.” Ed remembered this fact. “Oh? You know that, too. That’s right.” Val chuckled as he saw Ed’s judgmental eyes in response to his flirtation with the woman. “This is nothing. I’m just thankful she appreciates my face.” Val was well aware of his fatal attractiveness.

T Valerie watched him with tender eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yes. Sorry, I painted your scars too. I just couldn’t paint you without them because I find them beautiful.” Antonio pulled her into his arms. “Thank you,” he whispered against her hair. “Have I told you I love you?” “Yes,” Valerie smiled. “But I wouldn’t mind if you tell me a few more times.”