Heavy Metal Valentine Novels & Stories

Heavy, fast footsteps echoed down the grand staircase. Valentine stepped into the room, wearing black athletic shorts and a sleeveless grey compression shirt that clung to his broad chest. Beads of sweat glistened along the line of his collarbone, his dark hair slightly damp around his forehead from his morning workout. A white hand towel hung loosely around his neck. He didn't say a word. He crossed the floor in three wide strides, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a heavy, unblinking intensity. Before I could even take a step toward him, his strong hands hooked right under my thighs, lifting me cleanly off my feet.

The tall man pursed his lips and asked his partner, Maybe he didn't know English. "Miss Wisdom" "Leave the girl" The black man standing next to him shook his head and said that he was now staring at the Xavier who had got up. "Half Det Sam" "Take him too." The tall black man gritted his teeth. And as soon as he said that, the black farms were now moving towards Xavier. Xavier did not resist in any way. They were now grabbing him with both arms and dragging him away. A man was carrying the girl and was dragging Xavier right behind her. Xavier 's eyes were on the rifle hanging from his shoulders. The rifle had silencers mounted on its mouth, which did not allow the sound of fire to be heard.

The air between them was thick, electric, suffocating. “You move like a woman who has spent her life in chains of perfection,” Damien murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough as he poured her a glass of rare 1982 Burgundy. The dark, rich scent of cherries, leather, and spice filled the space. “But I see the cracks, ballerina. The hunger to be broken open. To be used until you forget your own name.” Valentina’s breath caught. Heat flooded her chest and pooled heavily between her thighs. Her nipples tightened painfully against the thin crimson silk of her gown. She could already feel herself growing slick, her clit pulsing with every slow heartbeat.

“Support me, and there’s more where that came from. Power isn’t free, Victor. You know that.” Victor didn’t even touch the envelope. Instead, he let out a sharp laugh and shook his head. “A bribe, Tyson? That’s all you’ve got? You sound just like Grant. Worse, even, desperate, clinging to scraps of power. And men like you…” He leaned forward, his smile razor-sharp. “…men like you end up exactly like him. Humiliated. Forgotten.” The words landed like a blow. Tyson’s jaw tightened, but instead of snapping back, he let the silence stretch. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, heavy with a mixture of rage and grief.

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.

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

“You know how dirty the blood that runs in my veins is.” “I just told you I don’t care about that…” “Why not?” “I just told you, Valentina.” I reminded. “I like you.” “I heard you the first time.” She admitted gravely, and she blushed bright red like a tomato. “I don’t know what to say…” “You don’t have to like me back…. For now.” I assured her because it is something I would do, even if it is the last thing I did, I would make Valentina like me back.

Her rosy scent drive me wild as it fills my nostrils encouraging me to nibble and squashing her melons. Oh God!. I rasped as we fell on the mattress. Hungrily, I sucked one of her melons , extracting every bit of pleasure as her moans filled the room. She arched her body, egging me on. Just as I was about to begin the grand finale of our heated passion, my phone buzzed. "Damn"! I cussed as I quickly jumped off of her body to get my phone. I gasped when I saw who the caller is - my boss. Frantically, I paced the room as I answered.

he replied almost harshly as he slid a third finger in me stretching me almost painfully. "Fuck Val," I spat out wrapping one arm around the back of his head and turning mine so our lips met. He thrust his tongue into my mouth battling with my own as his fingers thrust quickly in and out of my soaked pussy. My orgasm crashed over me hard and I moaned into Valentine's mouth as my pussy clenched around his fingers. I felt him wiggle his fingers a little sending aftershocks through my body as I whimpered against him.

And more importantly, why did she seem so flushed? "At this rate, we'll win this thing," Valen continued and I watched from my peripheral vision as she walked down the hallway back to her office. Valen looked up, his eyes taking on a dreamy look. "It'll be massive. I can already imagine the headlines." He spread out his hands, his eyes narrowed. "Another win for the Gravestones. The powerhouse of jewelry. A force to be reckoned with." He punched my arm lightly. "Sounds great, doesn't it?"