Funny Valentine Back Scar Novels & Stories

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

This is Geology for god’s sake and not a fucking pickup line class or dumb forums for dumb boys. Valentine is a clear shot joke! In the end, I have to answer all five of the questions on my own, to the best of my ability with my independent brain, and my own stock knowledge and my trembling hand and my own damn sleepy eyes. Valentine was just there sitting right in front of me playing something on his phone. He’s so insensitive and rude and handsome, and above all of that, he was a dull, stupid fatuous person.

Who- Valerie's eyes widened as she remembered the woman who stood in front of her, flexing her tan skin, "Scarlett?" "Took you long enough," Scar replied mockingly, Valerie looked behind her to see the woman that she had been kissing, and she could honestly not believe her eyes. Talking about betrayal, this was the scandal of the year. "You are dating your dead husband's mother?" Valerie scowled unbelievably. Shamefully, Scarlett chuckled and nodded her head, motioning for Alan's mom, with her index finger to come. Valerie turned around once more to have a look at her. There was Henrietta Carson, striding towards her, wearing a bikini that showed the many stretch marks and flaps on her thigh

Between laughs, the shadow spoke. "Good morning, cat." His face came into view and I screamed in terror. It was Valentine's face, but it was distorted with blood and burns. It ran down his face in fountains of red and stuck to the burns like glue. Blisters filled with puss started to emerge from underneath the blood. The blisters started popping, sending blood and puss flying my way.

A few minutes into the licks, my phone chimed as I checked to see who it was. Only to find out, It was a message from Dante, curiously wore on me as I proceeded to open the text message in full. "Hope you loved your gifts, I am sorry I hurt you, Valerie," it said. With a sneer, I turned off the screen brightness of my phone as I grunted, "Foolish man, he thinks money can buy me, Valerie Skye, He doesn't know who he is messing with, but gifts, seriously Dante, is that what you were supposed to know? You know what when you learn to do the right thing, then you can speak to me,"

After giving her a hickey, he dipped his face in the crook of her back and breathed heavily, "Calm me down!!" Valentina didn't need to be told twice as she threaded her hands in his hair and massaged his nape. Xavier let out a moan of appreciation which made Valentina blush red. After a while Xavier fell asleep in that position but something caught Valentina's eyes. She saw a deep cut on Xavier's shoulder. How come she didn't notice it? And it looked like the cut was being hidden by concealer or some makeup products. She tried touching the cut but Xavier turned to the other side and took her in his arms burying her face into his chest.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

Valentine said, gently pressing his already bulging lower body against Eugene. Eugene carefully touched Valentine's earlobe visible through his flowing blonde hair. The wound grazed by a bullet had almost healed, but it seemed the scar would remain for life. Did it hurt, or did it feel good? Valentine's eyes narrowed a little more. He seemed to be enjoying Eugene's touch, allowing it while staring silently.

she pouted, reaching out to touch the silky strands of his hair. "Damn, look at that. Your hair is so nice, you're making me jealous" He playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. "I'm going to chop it all off" he stated and her eyes widened. "What?! No! You can't do that!" She exclaimed. "Watch me" She snorted. "I won't let you" "Whatever" he muttered. "Have you been feeling better?" She suddenly asked. "Yeah..." "That's great" she said, rising to her feet. Her t-shirt rode up, exposing the creamy skin of her stomach. Something else caught Valentine's attention. There was a horrible looking scar right there on her stomach.

Particularly when his powerful fingers mercilessly tore off the choker and his fangs dove for the delicate flesh of her throat. “Wait!” The loud cry of Valentine stopped them both in their tracks. This time, the little oath Julian made under his breath was unmistakable. Portia wriggled about in his arms till they were both facing Valentine, slipping her wrists out of his suddenly loose hold. The woman's finger with the scarlet tip was quivering as she pointed at Portia's throat. She demanded, "What is that?" Portia touched her throat scars with her palm even though she knew it was too late. Valentine swept his angry glance over her face. You've probably experienced a vampire's kiss before, r