Libby Valentine Novels & Stories

He wouldn’t let Victoria—or anyone else—hurt Valentine. Not while he was still alive. Valentine sat on the bed's edge, her heart pounding as she stared at the small bag in front of her that she had brought to the Diamond Club that fatal night. It was a sharp reminder of the life she had left behind—a life that seemed like only a remote memory these days. She fumbled through the bag with shaking hands. Essentials and a change of clothes and a makeup kit-all that she had brought with her.

"Ms. Valentine. Since that documentation was verified. You went from separated wife to majority shareholder of one of the country's largest private companies." "The documentation existed before I knew about it." "But you know about it now." "Yes." "And Lucy Harrington’s conviction in this case. Her removal from the Valentine family's inner circle. Would that consolidate your position?" "I'm here because she tried to kill me." "That's the allegation yes." She picked up another page. "Ms. Valentine. I'd like to talk about the night of the Museum Gala." Something moved through the room. Not sound. Just a shift in the air.

She was skinny and long-legged. She was every teenage boy’s wet dream. I hadn’t even had a boyfriend yet when Valerie was going through her sixth breakup. We were really popular in high school. The Blondie Valerie and the Redhead Melissa: guys befriended me just to get really close to Val... Yeah, she was that hot.

Some people were there to cause mischief while Valerie was just happy to be celebrating her birthday with Alan by her side. Valerie sat on the vanity mirror in her room, her legs wrapped around Alan's behind, She grabbed Alan's neck and slammed her lips onto his, digging her nails deep into his nape, a low moan left her lips in the process. Her head tilted backward as he trailed kisses down her neck, sucking on every part that he came in contact with before trailing back up again and going to nibble on her ears. Valerie searched for his hand and she placed it on her pussy as she had worn no panties and she wasn't planning on wearing any because it would ruin the dress.

Jamie groaned, picking up a pillow and burying her face into it. "I just, they cared, and now I'm here and…urgh! Why are feelings so stupid!?" she growled. "Haha! Well, the next time you call them you can tell them everything you're feeling, yeah?" "Yeah…I guess…now why are you up?" "Ooof, hoped you forgot about that." Valerie sighed, laying back down on her bed, taking a moment before she spoke again. "I'm 25 today. My parents used to get the alpha's permission to take me into town and go to this little diner that served up these amazing birthday pancakes, it was our tradition. We'd always go at the crack of dawn in our pajamas and I just…it's been so long," she said wistfully.

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

“Thank you, everyone!” The doe-eyed pop idol smiled as the crowd cheered. Sapphire blue eyes sparkled and I found myself drawn to them once more. Sable Vogel is the ideal girl any straight man can have. Petite looking and small enough to cuddle, long black wavy hair that covers most of her back, the cute dance moves and innocent reactions during interviews were some of the many reasons why she has almost all of Luna’s male population as her fans.

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

"My mom died when I was sixteen. My dad worked two jobs to keep us afloat. I couldn't waste time on dreams. I needed a real career." "That's sad." "That's life." We walked in silence for a bit. Then Everett said, "What's your most embarrassing moment?" I laughed. "Why do you want to know that?" "Because I want to know you. The real you. Not the version you show at work." "Okay. Eighth grade at my school talent show, I sang 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston." I covered my face. "I was so confident and I thought I sounded amazing. It turns out I was completely tone deaf and yet people still bring it up at reunions."