Justina Valentine Born Novels & Stories

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.

" Lucas saw that Tina was still wearing her stained pajamas and flew into a terrible rage. "All I did was spend Valentine's Day with Mia! How could you be so selfish? You're my mate! You should be more generous and forgiving instead of being so petty and jealous like this!" I saw that Lucas was finally about to enter the bedroom. I got anxious again. Was he finally going to see my body now?

He would drag her out by her hair and kick her into the dirt while that quiet mountain girl, Naomi, watched from the tall windows of the East Wing. No, Valentina thought, her mind spinning with dark, desperate thoughts. No! I spent five years living in this grand, freezing house. I spent five years enduring Lucas’s cold shoulders, his late nights at the office, and his empty bed! I am the legal Mrs. Ashford! I am the daughter of Victor Ashford! I will not be tossed aside like trash for a woman who paints pictures in a small London flat! She took three deep, shaking breaths. She walked over to her vanity table and sat down on the soft silk stool. She looked at herself in the mirror again.

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.

Father released her, and I caught her in my arms, "It's okay. I'll leave the rest to you now, princess. I'm ready." But I wasn't. I wasn't ready to let go. "N-No! I-I'm not ready. Please don't leave me, Mommy!" I sobbed, burying my face into her chest. It hurt so much; I couldn't breathe. "One day, Valerie, someone is going to love you as much as I do. They're going to treat you like the princess you are, and I'll be there to watch it grow," she smiles, cupping my face in her blood-soaked hands.

Now, it was time for her to go take what's hers, to have Justin for herself again, to have him wrapped around her fingers. Valerie looked up at the gate that led to Justin’s penthouse and smirked. Hours had turned to days, days had turned to weeks, Justin was yet to pick her calls, she texted him but no response neither did he return her calls, she even visited the office but she was told he wasn't around. Justin got to be kidding her, if he thought he could dump her just as he did to Aliyah. She is Valerie Malvern and she has come to stay!

The sharp edges have smoothed, but the weight remains. Lucia is with me here—not literally, but in my chest, in the way that matters most. Valentina died for this child who's now five years old, sleeping in a sanctuary in the Rookeries, growing powers nobody has documented before. Powers Valentina would have been fascinated by. After the hour, after the silence has done its work, Dante speaks. "She'd be proud. Of you, of Lucia, of what you've built." I look at the steps, at the London morning around us, and think about pride. Valentina's pride wasn't given easily. It was specific, earned, the kind that came from someone who assessed things accurately and stated her assessments without compro

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.