Jacqueline Valentine Lesbian Novels & Stories

“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.

"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.

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.

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.”

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

He realized it wasn't Sun Hi but still he wonder why someone would sit out here alone. "Hello Miss are you OK?" He said walking up to her. The lady slowly looked up on him walking towards her, he noticed she shift but suddenly their eyes locked to each other. "Mr Hyin" she whispered but he heard. "Miss Valentine what are you doing out here alone?" he asked keeping his voice strong. "I was in town so I came by for a walk and time catch up on me" Shay said with a smile hiding her pain. She was good at hiding her agony behind her sweet smile, the light in the park barely showed the tears dried up on her face so Leon didn't think anything was wrong.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

"Fine… it was Julian Valentino.” Gigi froze. “Julian Valentino? You mean the Holy Billionaire?” “The very one. I was locked in with him for the entire protocol. I walked away with $160,000 and an exclusive deal.” Gigi’s jaw dropped. "The Saint? Thalia, they say he hasn't touched a woman in years. They say he’s made of ice." "Actually, he’s not ice," Thalia whispered, the memory of his touch making her skin prickle. "He’s fire.”