Heavy Metal Valentine Novels & Stories

As he tried to estimate the amount, the corner of his eye twitched. "Valentine. Wait a moment. Surely you're not planning to burn down a multi-million dollar apartment?" His voice was involuntarily anxious. Valentine gave a faint snort and stepped out of the room. The gasoline line drawn across the carpet extended all the way to the private elevator of the penthouse. Standing in front of the elevator, Valentine took out a silver Zippo lighter from his pants pocket. Click. With a flick of his finger, the lighter lid opened with a metallic sound. His thumb rubbed the wheel without hesitation. Valentine got on the elevator holding the lit lighter. And just as Eugene uttered "Don't—", he threw t

Harman nodded at him and left towards giant doors granting them privacy. Crystal was still standing over third last stair and it made her slightly taller from Valentine. Taking a deep breath, Valentine pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and held it in front of her. "This belongs to my mother. It's a sort of family heirloom that the groom gives his bride before getting engaged. I don't know about a lifetime, but for this moment if we are going out to face the world, their eyes will linger on our joined hands in question and when they will look at you like some other woman, I want them to know that we share something sacred. Whatever is this, we are in this together. I want them to

he added and propelled her finger into the silver wedding ring violently. "My Be-Loathed Bride, My Be-Loathed Slave" He said with his eyes fiery red; they looked as vaporous as mist and as fleecy as black wool; which scared Valerie to death. ♡ @authorchrisney_

More lights flick on, the room is huge, with a fireplace at one end and a king size bed at the other. A sofa and chairs are clustered into a sitting area near one of the windows. The space is masculine and sophisticated, and decorated entirely in shades of gray and black. Black like his heart I guess.... Valen heads straight for the bed. “Valen what the fuck? Am not even supposed to be here”I say... “Quiet.”He says Soon he plops us down the white thick duvet and settles his big heavy body over mine and then he pins my wrists over my head and takes my mouth in a crashing and mouth deafening long kiss..

Riven walked in behind him looking much calmer while Kael quietly handed Valerie a small silver box. Her eyes widened instantly. “What’s this?” “A wedding gift,” Kael answered softly. Valerie opened it carefully. Inside rested a delicate moonstone bracelet engraved with tiny silver waves. The second she saw it Her eyes filled with tears immediately. “Oh no,” Lucien sighed. “It’s spreading.” Valerie laughed shakily through tears while hugging Kael quickly. “It’s beautiful.” “You’re family,” he replied simply. And honestly? That one sentence almost destroyed me emotionally. Because that was exactly what Valerie had become.

Though there was nothing bad about her mother, she still loathed the way her mother was enjoying playing from both sides. And I won't deny. Her mother is quite a player. She has been taking money from Mendozas and us while fooling Claudia and Juliana at the same time. But as long as it works in our favour, that doesn't matter. Jonathan pulled Valentina for a hug and kissed her head, “She isn't worth your energy. Calm down, sweetheart.” Sweetheart… Diego and I gazed at each other. “Are we missing something?” I asked. “Yeah… We are going to get married,” Valentina showed me a big diamond ring sitting on her finger and we both let out the loudest squeal ever.

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity. "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor. "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf

How could she give him a big surprise? "How can this Red Room Valentine Promo be a big deal?" Enzo asked, wanting to sulk. He didn't have anyone to celebrate Valentine’s with but Versace. "Well, it's where single girls would go," Sabrina said. "Besides, Valentines are more important than New Year—in our bar." "She's right," Ethan said as he checked all of the finances of the Elite Red Room. Enzo just complained.

Too many are hungry. She laughed lightly, tilting her head just enough to let the diamonds at her throat catch the light. “You all look like you’re weighing me against the wine in your glasses. Which of us tastes better?” A ripple of chuckles broke the tension. One older man lifted his glass toward her. “The Don’s daughter — blood returned to blood. No stronger bond.” Valentina’s crimson smile widened, dazzling. But inside, her chest twisted. Because none of them knew. Not one of these men raising glasses had any idea that she already belonged to Dante Romano. That she was bound by vows made in gold and silk, her body branded with his fire.