Heavy Metal Valentine Novels & Stories

The vibrations from my whimpers, my actions, or the erotic show itself was enough to tip Shane over the ledge, and it was all I could do to swallow his briny essence as he came hard all at once, filling my mouth with the viscous fluid. My body felt too hot while I did my best to take every drop he’d given me, black spots dancing across my vision from the lack of air seeping in, and I pulled back from Shane gasping, struggling to regain my bearings as one of the guys shunted me up towards the head of the bed. A heaviness settled over me as I floated back to awareness, but I allowed myself to drift off in the safety of my men’s arms, thinking about how I didn’t mind Valentine’s Day so much any

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

Valen’s raw, agonizing roar shattered the illusion! He didn't listen to the cosmic lies. He reached through the roaring flames, relying purely on the deep, unbreakable link in our souls. His warm, golden energy surged through our bond, wrapping around my mind like a protective shield. “I love you, Lyra!” Valen’s voice thundered through the fire directly into my heart. “In every lifetime, in every world, real or fake I will always choose you!” "And I choose you!" I cried out, reaching my glowing hand through the solar blaze and locking my fingers with his!

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.

“But be ready. He’s not going to take this well.” Valentine sat in his luxurious office, a glass of bourbon in hand, staring out at the city skyline. The project was nearing its completion, and soon he would have control over the most powerful compound ever created. All thanks to the Petal Bloom and Raelynn’s blood. His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He picked it up, expecting good news. “Dr. Webber,” he greeted coolly, “What do you have for me?” Kristen’s voice was shaky on the other end of the line. “Valentine… there’s a problem.”

“I know, me too.” “But I also know he wouldn’t want us to.” Valentine tilts his head. “He would say, ‘Quit being dramatic and go live your miserable eternity with your hot vampire prince.’” I huff a laugh. “You think I’m dramatic?” “You are dramatic.” I nudge him with my knee. “Takes one to know one.” He smirks. “You are mine, after all.” I let out a long breath, my fingers tracing absent patterns on the stone beneath me. “Eternity doesn’t feel so endless anymore.”

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.

The image slammed into me like a physical blow: Valeria spread wide on black silk under silver moonlight, wrists chained above her head with silver links, thighs forced apart by iron spreader bars, sobbing my name while the others were locked outside the door. My knot swelling thick and unyielding inside her slick heat, stretching her until she shattered again and again, knowing no one else could touch her, taste her, claim her until I decided she was finished. Fuck. Valentino’s silver gaze never wavered. “Side bet: one hundred million wired to the winner’s offshore account. Pocket change. The real prize is hearing her voice break on your name while the rest of us listen from the hallway, ha

"Really? You would do that?" "But of course, anything for you my love, so please stop crying, I can't seem to function, I can't think whenever you tear up. Come here." Valentina said Valentina hugged Ryan so tightly she said "Thanks Ryan." "I am and always will be here for you, I love you, okay?" Ryan said "Okay" Valentina nodded "Come on, please wipe those tears." Ryan used his thumb to clean her face and went to the closet where he had kept the gift he ordered earlier with hopes that it cheers her up.

I didn't want his love, because I knew it would only lead to more heartache. I only view Kelvin as a friend, and it wasn't my intention to hurt or reject him so abruptly. Unfortunately, I felt cornered. The word 'love' has now tainted my friendship with him. Why did this have to happen? I despise love with every fiber of my being. It's a perilous emotion. It shatters everything it touches. It puts lives at risk. It's synonymous with destruction. Love has no heart. Love can be cruel. Love has a sinister side.