Heavy Metal Valentine Novels & Stories

“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

Miles said "Dad" Valentina said Mike smiled and said "That's more like it my little one, so care to tell me how you feel now?" "Dad I... well it all seem like a dream to me I can feel a pang in my tummy." Valentina said almost tearing up "Sweetheart there's no need to cry, right now it's your wedding day my princess, lighten up dear. I don't want Ryan and your mom to think I made you cry so please don't embarrass me in front of them both." Miles said and Valentina chuckled

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.

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.

“You’re stressing me out more than I already am. Your bastard cousin is about to give me a fucking heart attack as is.” This is my opportunity to interject and hopefully get more clues as to what went wrong between Lev and Vanya. “What’s the deal with this guy?” I ask. “I need a drink first,” Valentine replies, sinking into the couch next to me. “Lev, get us drinks. No ice. Don’t water that shit down. I need it strong today.”

“All good sluts do.” She listened as the conversation continued, shoving two fingers into her pussy and fucking herself as they talked about her as if she weren’t even there. Or as if she was some object they admired. Her breathing grew quicker as the fire burned within her, her honey dripping over her fingers to coat her thighs and most likely the seat. “I hear that,” the kid said as he tapped the window. Finally, the light turned green. “Have a good night, boys,” Damien said with a quick wave, just as Valerie felt her orgasm hit. She screamed, arching her back, which pushed her tits out even more.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.