Justina Valentine Nude Pics Novels & Stories

Then, he quickly sent it to Valeria. Meanwhile, Valeria and Abbie had just finished a spa session. Suddenly, Valeria's phone rang and she took a look at it. She was dumbfounded when she received a naked picture of William cuddling with some strange women. And there was some text message alongside. "Didn't you hated me because I'm dirty? Well, take a look at your man. He has not only hooked with you, but he also slept with other girls. Valeria, I advise you to go for a check-up in the hospital. It would be terrible if you are infected with STDs."

It's an article by The Chronicles with the headlines: 'Is the Faux and Valsera rivalry finally coming to an end?' And next to it, is a picture from yesterday of me and Justine at her favorite spot. Me sitting while she had her face buried in my shoulder, her face is thankfully not visible from the angle the picture has been taken but it's no doubt that it's definitely an intimate gesture. I snatch the phone from the table immediately and scroll through the article, stunned into silence.

The video played. The real video. The unedited video. Not the cropped, polished poison she had flaunted online. No. This one showed the truth, her climbing onto my lap, pressing her lips against mine, her hands forcing what I never gave. My shove. Her sneer. Her voice dripping venom as she laughed about ruining me, about using my name, about humiliating Leona. When it ended, the silence was heavier than gunpowder. Valentina crumpled to her knees. Tears streaked her face, smeared her makeup into grotesque streaks.

he looked ruined. His eyes were swollen. His face looked unshaven, his tie hung loose. In one photo, he was shouting at a paparazzi outside a bar. His company was drowning. He was failing. He was a drunken mess, destroying his father's legacy. "You deserve it.” I whispered, touching the screen. "You deserve to lose everything." Then, my fingers typed another name. Valentina. Her I*******m profile popped up. It was public. I scrolled through the recent posts. She had deleted the photos with Mateo. Last time, I checked there were plenty. Her belly was growing just like mine.

The second my hand touches her, fire sears through my blood. I want her. I want her now! And I’d take her too, but no one will see her but me. No one can hear her but me. She is mine. Valerie’s body moves on its own, holding me like a lifeline just as I lift and take her a reasonable distance away. “J-Jaxson…” she moans, her breath fanning the side of my face, “H-How, w-without Nia...?” “Take her. Take her now!” Fenrir roars.

I got it on and peered at the screen. It was a text. The name on top of the text icon read Tina. I realized that until now she had temporarily stopped texting. I had not even noticed until this text right now. I contemplated shoving my phone back into my pockets but curiosity got the better of me, and I tapped on the text icon to open it. There was a nude picture of her in something that looked like a black Jeep with a red interior, her breasts propped up on the steering wheel and her back arched, thighs parted as she stared sideways at the camera, lips parted and hair tousled.

The door swung inward on silent hinges. Valentina waited in the living room, naked except for the black leather collar still around her throat—the one I’d buckled on her the last night we played. She stood with her hips cocked, one hand trailing down her stomach, offering herself like a gift I never asked for. Once upon a time that body had set me on fire. Long legs, full breasts, the faint scars I’d left across her ass during a particularly rough session. Now? I felt nothing. Not even a flicker. My mind flashed to Elena, her soft curves, her pregnant glow, the way she arched when I touched her gently instead of brutally. Valentina’s nakedness felt like cheap perfume next to Elena’s gracious

The experiment had ended early, which ultimately led me to stumble upon Justin and Natalie having their private moment. It was obvious that Justin was reluctant to return after sending Natalie home. As expected, Natalie posted a new update on her alternate account soon after. "Managed to take a picture with the campus heartthrob! Got a little too excited and went a little overboard." She had attached a photo with the update, showing her leaning against Justin's shoulder while making a peace sign. Although Justin's face wasn't shown in the photo, I recognized the necklace around his neck. I had given it to him a long time ago.

He looks up from the stack of reports he’s not really reading. He doesn’t tell her to wait. She slams the laptop down and opens a site already mid‑refresh. The headline takes up half the screen. > **GLOBAL STAR MISSING?** > *Luna Valentine Vanishes Amid Mafia Marriage Scandal* Below it, a collage. Her face. Old crying‑on‑stage photos. Recent shots outside venues. A paparazzi image of her in a hoodie ducking into a car—God knows when. The article runs wild. > Fans are sounding the alarm after pop icon Luna Valentine has not been seen in public for several days following explosive revelations about her secret marriage to alleged mafia‑linked billionaire Dante Moretti…