Kieran Valentine Diary Novels & Stories

I accidentally found it in the forest this morning. I was planning to tell him the good news today. But now? It was time to break this five-year mate bond. …… After packing up my herbs for the day, I reached for my mate Marcus through our mindlink. "Honey, please come home early for Valentine's Day! I found something incredible!" His response came sharp and rushed: "Claire, we've got a crisis at the pack trading post. I have to deal with it!" "Where's Noah? You were supposed to pick him up from school!"

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

But reading it from inside his head… feeling that build-up of rage and helplessness… I get it. I think that's what Leo wanted us to understand. That sometimes there are no good choices. Sometimes you're just picking your poison. And sometimes love doesn't look like flowers and dates. It looks like hiding behind a tapestry, listening to the man who owns your life hit the woman you can't live without, and knowing that by the end of the night, One of you has to die. Fuck. Now I really can’t wait to read the next confession.” Carefully, he opened the diary again, his curiosity sharper now.

The reply didn't come immediately. When it finally appeared, it was short. Yeah. Just tired. Kane stared at it. A lie. He knew it. Mona didn't text like that when she was fine. When she was happy, she sent too many emojis. When she was excited, she rambled. When she was nervous, she asked unnecessary questions. When she was scared, she became quiet. He typed again. Can I pick you up this evening? The three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

It was ice. A massive black SUV idle at the curb, its exhaust pipe blowing white smoke into the cold air. The rear door was already open. Pavel stood beside it, his face like stone. “No,” I whispered, backing away from him. “No, I’m not going anywhere with you.” “You have exactly three seconds before those photographers get a clear shot of your face and your torn dress,” Kieran said, stepping into my space. He didn't look at the cameras. He kept his body positioned perfectly to block them from getting a full view of me. “Tomorrow morning, your name will be next to mine on every blog in the country. You can either deal with that inside my car, or you can stay on this sidewalk with your garbag

Victor Gibson set down his phone and stared at the door, waiting for his Beta to arrive. The conversation he was about to have would change everything, one way or another. In her room, Dorothy pulled the competition letter from beneath her mattress, reading it one more time before sleep. Ten pieces on vulnerability, and she already knew exactly what the first one would be. Across the packhouse, Magnus lay awake, the taped-together Valentine resting on his nightstand. Three weeks had never felt so short and so impossibly long at the same time. The memory of their first kiss played on his mind.