Justina Valentine Born Novels & Stories

I muttered. "I heard that." "You were supposed to." She stuck her tongue out at me. I ignored her and looked at Valentina. She was chewing thoughtfully on her bottom lip. A habit she'd had since she was sixteen. One I'd always found distractingly adorable. She looked from Livvy...to Dad...to me. Then sighed dramatically. "You know...All I wanted for Valentine's Day..." She gave a small smile."...was a quiet evening with my favourite little man."

Being a good submissive she did as she always told to do so. "Yes, Master." _________________________________________ Valerie. She didn't know her full name from the day she born. She was born and grown up in an orphanage. But with only one thought. Being a slave of her master. She was born for him. She was grown up with keeping his name in her mind as her master. The person who owns her. Her days went by hearing his name continuously. Her nights went sleepless as her dreams also caught by his presence. There wasn't even a single day when she didn't hear herself being called as his slave. Whore. Slut. She knew she was his but again why her heart doesn't want to accept him. Why she still want

She looks beautiful even though she looked stressed, she's been through a lot and needs plenty of rest. I pecked her, then got off the bed stretching and yawning as I got ready for the day. As soon as I was done with my life S.A.V.E.R.S, I made breakfast- Not literally, I just brought out some can food from the bag. I stepped out of the shower to meet her adjusting her pajamas. When she saw me, she hurriedly put on her flip-flops to come meet me. "Good morning, cupcake". She kissed me, silently releasing a moan

As Valentine didn’t want drama in her life anymore, she forgave him. After two months since Valentine gave birth to their first son, they went on a ‘little’ outing trip. Valentine, William, their baby, Billy, Helen, Vaughn, and Lucy went to Paris, France. Every time she would catch Lucy’s stare at her, she’d always receive multiple apologies at once. Yet, she forgave her too.

Most of them were pretty, and I happen to observe that they all have big boobs protruding from their chests. “The what?” I asked again, not wanting to believe now the fact that something like this exists. After all that Valentine has done and about to do, this sure makes him the infamous heartbreaker blah blah blah blah. “I think you heard us say it clear.” She said, edging her way beside me. She was wearing a flamboyant blouse paired with skin tight jeans, so tight that I can see her v thing traced in between her legs. “My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.”

Valerie got to her room and locked the door behind her. She quickly picked the call before it could cut off. "Hi, Janet?" "Valerie. The lady gave birth not long ago." The Janet lady said from the other line. Valerie's heart skipped. "Good. A girl?" "Yeah. What are you planning on doing now?" "I'm planning on doing anything possible to destroy that witch! She thinks she can have the last laugh? Huh! That's not possible!" Valerie vibrated.

"I know dear. And I'm thankful for it." Xavier smiled at her and then looked back at Grandpa Night. "Does Valentina have any twin sister?" "As far as my sources say, she doesn't have any twin sister. Valentina's real mother gave birth to her in a local hospital. The hospital isn't there anymore so it is difficult to find out the details. But if by any chance, Valentina has any twin sister then there might be a great problem."

By the time we reached the warm cocoon of the house, our clothes were completely drenched. Once changed in fresh clothes, we rested in the living room. He was sharing some of his childhood stories fondly. During this conversation, I discovered that Valentine has a younger sister as well. Her name is Valerie. She is literally the queen of Italy. Her fashion standards were higher than the big bang clock itself. Attitude, etiquette and good looks are the best traits of her personality. Moreover, she is a chatterbox. When Valentine was talking about his sister, I saw a light and joy in his eyes that he lacks often. No doubt, the siblings share a strong bond. "What about your parents? How are the

When Fernandez met me, he was immediately astounded, “What happened to you, Mrs. Rose?” Over the past week, the scars on my face began to form scabs. I looked completely hideous to the point of being terrifying. Devin settled me on the couch before regarding Fernandez with a sharp look, “On Valentine's Day, my wife was waiting for me in a restaurant when a group of women suddenly barged inside and accused my wife of being a homewrecker. They beat her until she had a miscarriage and disfigured her.” Fernandez’s reaction was one of complete shock. Then, it turned to swift anger. “Completely unacceptable! How can something like this be allowed to happen in a civilized society? If I find out who