Kieran Valentine Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Well shit, its the end! Damn, I really enjoyed writing this novel. I loved the lessons its taught me and I love the person I've become through writing this book. Especially Valerie. I love who she's become. I love she's finally able to trust those around her, I love that she continues to fight no matter how much times life interferes, intent and making her stay down! I wanted a character who doesn't hide their emotions, a character who embraces them but is also burdened by them. I wanted a character who wore her heart on her sleeve no matter how dangerous it was especially in a cruel world.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

Valerie's diary still in my hand I skip to the last page and there's a lot of blank pages left, grabbing a pen I was angry, angry that I want my sister's ex, angry that he keeps playing with my body, kisses me, touches me and leave me half way begging for more, angry that I have to wear this contact lenses, I probably look like Valerie who is dead, while kissing her ex, I'm angry that I couldn't stop myself dropping the pen on the book and close it then I fling it across the room, " he'll beg for it next time, I'll make sure of that "

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

"Stop talking. I'm going back. I refuse to sleep in your stupid apartment!" Kai's lips slowly curled upward as his gaze locked onto mine. The tent in his pants was getting more and more visible. "But what if I'm also here with you?" "Kai Valentine, I swear I'm going to chop it off if you continue spewing nonsense again!" He shut up at once. But before I left, he just looked at me with a knowing expression on his face, as if he was sure that I'd come back to him. … When I got back to the apartment I shared with Mick, I found him watching porn on his laptop.

Besides, I still love Jax. “Levrae,” Kieran whispered, “you really want us to end this…?” His calm, soft voice cut through my thoughts. I looked at him, his eyes fixed on me. I trembled. His eyes were burning up. Red and piercing into mine. I stepped backward. “Kieran…” I whispered. “This was just a game to get Jax back. I have no feelings for you.” Kieran chuckled. “You don't have feelings for me, and you moan under my touch?”

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!

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”