Libby Valentine Novels & Stories

Feeling relieved, Valentine tried to hide her smile as she placed the ingredients to the boiling water inside the pot. “I wonder what this was… Mysterious lady in black dated the town’s youngest billionaire…” The way Delilah spoke the words made Valentine’s heart pound hard. Missy released and she walked over to Delilah to read the article seen in the phone. “… the lady in black was called Valentine Valencia, the name mentioned by the billionaire himself during his speech.” “You know you’re such a joker, D,” Valentine laughed nervously again. She covered the pot and turned herself around to walk to where the chair was. She sat down, looking at the opposite direction, avoiding her friends’ gr

Her hips were practically perfect, fitting her tall slim figure. She adjusted her shirt properly, and cleared her throat a little trying not to stare at anyone. For hell sake, it was Valentine's day and Sam was being a jerk, how could he not even care when it was also her birthday. Valerie sighed when she looked at the glass of wine. Just one more sip from it, and that would be all. She decided to take just another glass and then leave if he still doesn't show up. Taking the last sip of her wine, Valerie poured a little more quantity inside the glass and dropped the bottle on the table.

She should have known her confession would have been connected to her humiliation. “What was it? Come on. We’ve seen you do some nasty things. Don’t be shy.” Valerie pushed her head back against the floor, arching her back as she tried to hold back her climax. “I used a coat hanger in a dressing room once, and then one time, I fucked myself with the handle of a plunger.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes against the shame that filled her. She thought she would keep those secrets forever.

"Is there something wrong with him? He should be good to you. Why is he good to me?" Valerie struggled to open her eyes. She looked at Melissa and thought to herself, "Well, because you're his sister, of course." But she said, "Don't bother me. I'm tired." She, a married woman, was catching up on sleep. In her dreams, she dreamt that she had Kieran beneath her. She jumped around and stomped on his back, torturing him. It felt amazing. That day, Kieran got Lillian to prepare two sets of gifts.

All over the internet, people are calling him a darling, a gentleman, a sweet man to be with and all sort of romantic name there ever is. Valerie was only concerned about why she didn't look good in the picture even when she knows she was cut off guard by the fall. "Tell me you are not the one who we held romantically in that picture I saw on the net this morning," Tyler said as she entered Valerie's office. "Well, that's me," Valerie said with a scoff. "Girlllll, you scored it big!" Tyler said. "What do you mean?" Valerie said confused by what Tyler was on about.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

But I wasn’t ready for parties yet; my head stayed too full of worries for celebrations. “You finished early today?” Val wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, settling me between his legs, and I placed the pizza box on my lap as we cuddled on the couch… our first couch. It was a used couch, but still in great condition, and the fact that we had bought it with our hard-earned money made it even more special. We didn’t own much yet, but our apartment felt cozy, and it was a far cry from living on the streets. Val had gone back to reading about vampires. He took one day off a week and spent it at the library, since I was always working anyway. He had found out about the library

I open it and read through the details, frowning the more I read because this makes no sense. The person who tried to kill me is a female bounty hunter and ex-military marksman by the name of Victoria Valentine. She works alone and every target she’s been sent after was never found or seen again. No one knows where she lives after her dishonored dismissal from the military, either. A fucking designated marksman, so if she wanted to kill me, she would have done so. Was she trying to send a message that she could do it? Christ, what the fuck next?

I exited the building when elevator reached the ground floor and holded a cab to the cemetery. I stopped the cab near a florist shop .After paying the cab I bought a bouquet of white lilies . The cemetery was closed to the shop so I walk there. Several graves were there each had its own tales but no one to tell. I was searching for the one which I have not visited for six months. I came to stop in front of it. I kneel down and touched the grave. On the tombstone it was written. 'Valentina Stones 1971-2007

We ended up at a quiet lounge instead, just to soak in the holiday atmosphere. The lounge was surprisingly crowded for Valentine's Day. The vibe was much better than a club—a guitarist played folk songs while soft lighting bathed the room. I ordered an orange soda and sat with Lillian in a booth, listening to the music. The lounge was running a Valentine's promotion: every half hour they randomly selected a man and woman to exchange contact information. If they agreed, their tab was covered. It wasn't mandatory, just a fun little game. Lillian's eyes lit up when she heard about it. "At least they're thinking about us single dogs."