Heavy Metal Valentine Novels & Stories

"Ahhh, ohhh, yes! Ohh, fuckkk, Val! Ahhh, ohhh, fucking yes! Ohhhh, fuck, it's so big… it's so fucking big… ahhh, ohhh." "You're so tight, Queen," Valentina hissed, her sweat dripping onto my chest. "It’s like you’re a virgin. Does the old man even reach this far?" "No! Ahhh! Never! Ohhh... ah-ah-ah! Only you! I’ve only ever fucked... ahhh, oooohh... just you… ahhh, yes… ooh, yes… ahhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Ahhhh, yes!"

“I think you have your wires crossed, little sister. I was never in your way. I paved the way for you.” “Oh please!” Harlyn growled. “You were nothing but a speed bump on to greener pastures for mum and daddy! They didn’t need you! Any loser little human could have done what you did! The only reason they even kept you around was because of your blood! Now you are nowhere near as special as you once were! You’re nothing! You’ll always be nothing!” Harlyn flitted forward, backhanding Valene with such force, she stumbled back. Valene grabbed her mouth, and the blood began to pour from her lip. The scent began to devour the area. Valene’s scent was still potent.

“Soon, Erica, there won’t be an Alpha standing in my way.” Valentine hummed to himself as he poured himself a wine and I watched him. I then realize the most terrifying truth of all, Valentine was the weed that needs to be taken out or the whole land will be infected with it. Valentine didn’t leave right away, especially when he was enjoying himself. He lingered near the doorway, his fingers brushing the wall. Suddenly, he laughed, quiet at first, then a little louder, like a mad man. “Do you know,” he said, tilting his head, “how easy it is to make people believe the wrong story?”

He deserved it more than my mate, anyhow. I remember Valerie being a little mad when we were mind-linked, wondering why I had asked to give that man so much Aphrodisiac with the express purpose of harassing Arthur. In her mind, he was just some snot-nosed kid and had nothing to do with getting dirt on Gary. “It seems like a lot…” She remarked over the link mind. “It’s just for fun. C’mon, indulge me.” I responded with a brazen tone, and Valerie sighed, pouring four doses of the Aphrodisiac into the drink. There was a beat of silence, and then she spoke up again.

***VAL’S POV*** When I got inside the house ,I lay down on the couch, massaging my throat and crying. I closed my eyes but all I could remember was his dark eyes and ruthlessness as he forced himself on me. “I am so stupid to go ahead with the kiss, he wanted nothing but to get in me, he can have any type of woman, but yet I was born to be miserable”. I closed my eyes and cried. A knock landed on my door, I paused crying abruptly.

Their quenching anger would soon spread to an all out flame that would consume everything should anyone lead any further hands-on attempt at Valentine again. Valentine then pulled his hand from Martin’s hold, in a forceful sense after which he massaged it to ease the minute pain that might’ve surfaced in those few seconds. “You are naive, May.” Valentine began. “And your heart is in the right place. But you must be down right stupid” He added. There were all at a loss for words as to what could have warranted they be awarded a speech.

Her whisper broke the night: “Why do I feel like I’ve known you before?” Damien’s breath caught, his entire body freezing as hope flared in his chest like wildfire. But before he could answer, the door slammed open. Valentina swept into the room like a storm in heels, her dark gown cutting against the pale moonlight. She slid in front of Valerie, protective, furious. “This ends now.” Her voice dripped venom. “I indulged your obsession because I thought you civilized. But this….” she gestured sharply between them, “....is harassment Emotional cruelty. You will not drag my daughter into your graveyard.”

“Tonight I’m going to fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days. No more pretending I don't want to fuck this pretty little cunt of yours?” My heart slams against my ribs. “He’ll kill you. He’ll kill all of you.” “Let him try.” Valiente’s other hand slides up my thigh, pushing the ruined dress higher. “I’ve waited months to bury myself inside you. Months of watching you smile at customers in that fucking flower shop, months of knowing my uncle was going to parade you around like a trophy. I’m done waiting.” He kisses me again, brutal this time, teeth clashing, tongue demanding. I whimper into his mouth, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but he just pins my wrists above my head with one hand.

I growl before storming out of the place and heading towards my Harley. What the fuck is wrong with me? One taste of forbidden fruit, and I’m hooked like a junkie. The way her body felt against mine, the sounds of her moaning, calling out my name when she reached her climax, the sweet taste of her mouth. I hate to admit it to myself, but she’s right; I’m already fucking addicted. “Told you to stop fucking with her,” Valentine says as he slinks out of the shadows. I roll my eyes when I see him, then mount my Harley.

“It’s a beautiful ring. I know that you don’t know about things like these but that’s real white gold. The gem on it is a genuine diamond.” Inara was overwhelmed and also wondered about how she could know that. Amara read her mind and smiled. “I’m seeing someone who owns an outfit that sells high end jewelries. We met at the gym.” Amara informed her with cheeks glowing red. “Oh look at you. When were you going to tell me?” “Hush, lower your voice before it’s my turn to get into the lion’s den.” The lion’s den was how they privately referred to their parent’s room and they giggled about it.