Kieran Valentine Diary Novels & Stories

“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.

“Eleanor thinks she can take what belongs to me? I’ll show her how it feels to be humiliated." Kieran pulls his clothes off, revealing tattoos that cover part of his chest, as he pulls off his helmet, showing his sexy face and lips. My heart raced fast, feeling every inch of his body. He looks really handsome, then I assume. The first time I met him was that night. I was drunk and drowsy; I couldn't capture his face. And I woke up that morning, and he was already in his helmet. “Alright, I can help you out. If you still need my assistant.” He twirls it in his hands. “So what’s the plan?”

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.”

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.

Kane didn't reply, but his lips twitched slightly. For a girl who talked so damn much, she had no idea how much she was giving away. Her reactions. Her quirks. Her tells. He was learning her. And Mona had no idea that Kane Shawn didn't let go of the things that intrigued him.

He looked at me, his eyes devoid of pity, but filled with a cold, hard utility. “The story is already out there, Yara,” Kieran said, his voice slicing through my panic. “Tomorrow morning, you are either the laughingstock of New York who got dumped, evicted, and left in the dirt... or you are the woman Kieran Volkov decided was worth keeping.” He reached across the seat, his massive, warm hand coming to rest over mine, slowly untangling my white knuckled fingers from the dead phone. He didn't force it, but the power behind his grip was undeniable.