Justina Valentine Born Novels & Stories

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

Now, both of them stood face to face with each other without blinking. Ritha's face was getting red with anger while heart was burning with the fact that she was standing a lady who was once loved by her husband. Or more like whom he still loved unaware of her reality. The more pressing truth was that Valentina was birth mother of Justus. Her soul was hurting with the mere thought. The most precious thing she ever got in life was Justus. She never knew that her temperamental nature would puddle down infront of a baby. She neither knew his name nor his identity, yet, she agreed to become his mother. For others, it looked completely derisive but for her, only that made sense. He was not born o

Justin said. "Stop making me cringe," Valerie said poking Justin. "Sorry, my Lady" Justin said in a British accent. "What's with this attitude?" Valerie asked. "Why? don't you like it?" Justin asked. "I do but it's hilarious," Valerie said. "This is me doing my best for you" Justin teased. Valerie was speechless and didn't know what to say but smile. "You know what?" Justin asked. "What?" Valerie whispered. "The butterflies I feel in my stomach when I'm with you makes me know how much I love you," Justin said.

Valentina honestly retorted. Johnny's lips slightly parted in surprise. He pressed them again when he recovered before nodding at her thoughtfully. “Oh, I see and I'm sorry... What's your name?” Valen didn't want to answer him, yet she saw the sincerity in his eyes. He seemed genuinely apologetic. “Valentina.” “That's a unique name. Let me guess, you were born on Valentine's Day?” he jested. She narrowed her eyes at him when he chuckled lightly. “No, but see? I was right all along. You have a lot of prejudice in your body.”

But for Justina, everything felt paused between guilt and longing. She knew she shouldn’t have let it happen again. She had come to Carson’s world for one reason to protect herself, not to fall into his arms. But now? She was too deep. Too marked. Too seen. And somewhere in the skyscraper jungle below, she could almost feel him watching. By noon, Justina was back at her tiny studio apartment in Eastvale,a stark contrast to Carson’s glass palace. The air smelled of paint thinner and lavender; unfinished canvases leaned against the wall, each stroke of color more frantic than the last.

The other teenage cousins of Amadeus like her too, but they have homework to do so they were excused. Aria’s phone rang and she excused herself and walked to the veranda by herself. She had been staying at her grandfather’s place for a long time with the old man’s insistence that she had grown accustomed to the place. The day quickly passed by and Amadeus brought Luna to his bedroom since the woman grew tired. She was exhausted by the things she discovered today. Pristine Valentine is the youngest daughter of Gilbert and Lolianne Valentine. She died with her mother in a plane accident and it just so happens that the woman and her mother had the same name, age, and birthdate. Was it purely co

“I thought I would leave before paying me a visit! I laughed, returning the hug with a little more slowness. "Never, Tina. Valentina let me go, leaning her chubby hand on my shoulder. Her height was the first detail that differentiated her from her brother. While Tristan was a polar bear for its size and weight, Valentina was a Panda born in tropical lands. Her greenish-blue eyes landed on my face, where she kept them intimidating for a while. "If it weren't for Tristan showing up one night to tell me you were here, I would never believe it.

My eyes were fixed on the screen of my cell phone as I watched the page the notification took me to. It was a compilation of some videos. I almost hissed seeing that, because I thought it was not something important, but, the caption made me rethink whether it was indeed important or not. {ACTRESS VALENTINA IS A MURDERER. THE TRUTH ABOUT HER FIRST CHILD} I was completely blown away after I saw the caption, and without hesitation, my finger made its move and I clicked the video since I was curious and wanted to see what exactly it was all about.

One could tell she was almost as nervous as she was when she looked forward to her exam results. Results: Vanilla: 90% Submissive/Slave: 100% Brat: 56%.... So… on… Congratulations!!! You are a natural submissive. A result she didn’t want to see had appeared on the screen. She suddenly starts detesting herself for taking this test. It made her even more depressive. She thought, even if she was a submissive, why didn’t James take control over her body and made it entertaining to both of them. Haven shuts her laptop and switches off the TV and goes to bed. She didn’t want to think about anything now. She craved silence in her mind as well. If only she could control things!!

“I hid my true scent and masked over it with another. If it weren’t for our eyes, Jaxson never would have known he was my mate. I’m pretty sure he knows there was something off about it, our connection has been growing stronger with each passing day.” “This means you are the daughter of Lucinda - an Oracle,” she breathes, standing back as I hide my scent once again, “I didn’t want to believe it, how is it even possible?” “I-I don’t know, neither did my mother,” I reveal, she shakes her head running a hand through her red hair. “This all makes so much sense now. Don’t you realise the severity of your existence?” She asks, disbelieved. “You shouldn’t exist, Valerie.”