Heavy Metal Valentine Novels & Stories

My head is getting heavy because of the creepy eree around us. The only thing I could feel in this place were people full of anguish and hatred, their screams grew louder as if they were being killed again and again, begging to be released from this horrible place. But why are we even here?

“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.

The choice to stay—to remain the anchors of a digital reality rather than the ghosts of a biological one—had changed the air in the Sovereign Valley. The ozone smell of the Rifts now felt less like a byproduct of a machine and more like the breath of a living thing. But as the Feral Six mourned and celebrated their decision, a new frequency began to bleed through the inter-universal comms. It wasn't the mournful cello of the Echoes or the sterile drone of the Architects. It was the sound of Heavy Metal.

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.

Like burning and being reborn. Valerio crashed onto his elbows over her, gasping. Sera ran trembling fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. "I love you," she whispered. He trembled. Tucked his head up to gaze down at her with something broken and brutal in his eyes. "I love you more," he snarled. "More than life. More than soul." Sera smiled through her tears. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now." Valerio laughed, low and shattered and beautiful.

It smells faintly of expensive perfume and something darker underneath: leather, wood polish, a hint of smoke. “Finally!” Sofia’s mum sweeps towards them, all soft perfume and bright eyes, her hair pinned up in a way that makes her look far too young to have a twenty-year-old anywhere near her orbit. “My favourite girl,” she says, pulling Layla into a hug. “Happy birthday, love. You look beautiful.” “Thank you,” Layla says, flushing. “You look amazing.” “She does,” Sofia grumbles. “It’s disgusting.” “Oh, hush,” her mum says fondly. “Come in, both of you. And Layla, honestly, I feel like I already know you. These two never stop talking about you.”

It'll be better for everyone. "Isn't it just money you want? As long as you leave, the Valentino family won't treat you unfairly…" Her words grated against my ears. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. My heart only grew colder. Suddenly, it felt as though something inside me tore open. The effects of the drugs vanished completely, as if the invisible restraints had shattered in an instant. Beneath me, I felt a heavy mass dropping rapidly. I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

Valentine’s voice gasped, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin. Nadia’s eyes went wide. She pulled the phone away from her ear as if it had turned into a snake. "Valentine! Are you serious right now?" "Hold on... wait..." Valentine panted into the phone, his voice frail and distracted. "Nadia... I’m a bit... occupied. He’s very... thorough with his dick game." "That is so gross!" Nadia hissed, her face flushing red. " I'm hanging up! Goodnight, Val! Get a room!"