Jacqueline Valentine Lesbian Novels & Stories

I literally started to panic, Javier is sleep on the couch and Kaylen is too. Valerie pours us some whiskey and she sits on the floor , legs crisscrossed and she said " Luna my love what happened at the restaurant!" I huffed my held my head up high and I sipped on the whiskey. Looking Valerie directly in the eyes I sternly said, " she cornered me in the hallway asking why was I here." Puzzled Valerie looks at me asking "did you know her?" " is she a carmen fan" "omg lunnnaaa "

“That’s it, stop right there, don't come any close, it’s my man okay?” She spread her hands covering me, I tried not to laugh. “He is my man and I won’t let you guys start doing what you did last time to Luke”. I thought she was joking around but she clearly wasn’t. They walked to their various seats while Valerie settled down on hers too. “What’s the big deal? It was just a kiss!” Laura snapped. “Yeah, a kiss that ended up being a hardcore”. Valerie said that with tears, gosh I am trying to show my hate for this family.

The woman before her might not be as voluptuous as Kinsey, but she beat Kinsey in terms of her looks and elegance. The woman introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Jacqueline Wolff." Yvette did not know Jacqueline because she had never attended the parties Marlene had invited her to. Elena hadn't informed Yvette about Jacqueline either. "Thank you, Yvette. I would've never been able to enjoy a day of peace if it hadn't been for you. And it would've been impossible for me to attend the voting session today," said Jacqueline. She added, "I was here today to cast a vote as Chuck's parent."

"Why not?" "Because it's not your kind of place." "What do you mean?" There was a very long three or four second silence. "It's a lesbian club," Valerie finally said. "Really?" Bree said in surprise. Valerie nodded her head. "That makes it sound even more interesting," Bree said. As she did, she recalled how her cousin used to go to gay clubs all the time, just to dance, and loved being able to party and not get hit on. Since Valerie was very much married, Bree simply assumed she did pretty much the same thing.

None of them even dared to step into my stall as if I was straight up cursed. Quinn sauntered past, venom dripping from her lips. She smugly remarked, “No one wants you, Maya. Look at you. Idling away like a dumb housewife. The goddess knows which mutt fathered those ugly pups,” she tipped her head to the side towards Carl’s arms. “You – … ” Valerie started, rage flooding her features. I cut off Valerie with a soft squeeze on her shoulder. “No.” I shook my head at her. Quinn did not deserve even our attention, let alone waste words one her.

But none of it registered. My eyes were locked on the empty space she had just occupied. It didn’t make sense. Valerie Quinn was a creature of logic. She was precise. She was calculated. She didn't do "random." She didn't stumble into places she wasn't explicitly authorized to be. And she certainly didn't crash the private party of a man she knew was dangerous unless she had a very specific reason. So the question burned in my mind, louder than the music, louder than my own pulse.

Could she be… “Except you believe in reincarnation, don’t make jokes like that,” Valerie's voice breaks into my thoughts. “I am no dead woman returned alive. I’m just a firm believer of justice. Hearing Sebastian itch to be my type of man when he doesn’t even know how to treat his woman right annoyed me. I had to put him in his place.” All this happened because Sebatian couldn’t live without his pride for a while. Now the former Luna's case is going to be reopened. Everyone will find out the truth. I will be chased out.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

“Did you tell that to Valeria too? To Tanya? That they were the 'only ones' before tossing them aside?” I sat up and pulled her onto my lap. “Let us clear the air now, once and for all. Valeria was proposed to me by the Council as a candidate for Queen. I met her, and yes... I had sex with her twice. I was under the influence of wolfsbane because Tyr hates her guts and wouldn't let it happen otherwise. After getting to know her better, I realized I wasn't a fan of her, either. Even if I had never met you, I would never have mated with Valeria. I made that clear to her countless times.”

she said, her voice smooth like velvet, every word pronounced with graceful precision. I sat down, trying to appear relaxed even though something about her made me slightly nervous. She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her manicured fingers, studying me with those sharp, beautiful eyes. “So… Dorla De Luca,” she began elegantly, a small playful smile dancing on her lips. “Tell me, are you into lesbians?” I blinked, then burst into a surprised smile. “Is that a joke?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Valentina chuckled softly, the sound low and musical. “Yes, it was a joke. Forgive me. I couldn’t resist making it.”