Libby Valentine Novels & Stories

THE GOOD-FOR-NOTHING SOCIALIST VALENCIA CARTER IS SURPRISINGLY GOOD AT SNAGGING WEALTHY MEN: ANOTHER NATIONAL HUSBAND HAS BEEN STOLEN VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO: THE NEW LOVE COUPLE? VALENCIA AND CORBYN CIRILLO ON A DATE: DUMPING MAVERICK VANDENBERG FOR CORBYN CIRILLO? When Valencia tapped on the social media app, ridiculous headlines like these were the ones that graced her view and led the top 10 of the global trending searches.

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

Parliament wants us controlled or eliminated. I choose neither. I run messages, stay independent, survive. The vampire's been following for three blocks. Time to lose him. I duck into an alley, climb the fire escape, cross rooftops. The vampire tries keeping pace but sunlight weakens him. I'm faster in daylight. Always have been. I lose him near Bethnal Green. Drop down into another alley and catch my breath. My name is Valentina Corvino. I'm twenty-four years old. My mother was killed by the Crimson Parliament when I was twelve. Her crime? Falling in love with a vampire and having his child.

I sat down on the bed drying my hair while reading the note. "I am sorry I slapped you, you are right , I was wrong for eating the cake that isn't mine, also I am sorry for harassing you and slapping you, I hope you forgive me. From Valerie. Just then I heard loud laughter from Zoey's room. I got up from the bed, still wearing my bathrobe. I walked out of my room , stopped at Zoey's and peeped through the door.

“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.

The drawing has evolved in the short time she's been gone, taking on a haunting beauty that makes Lila's breath catch. "So," Lila says, settling onto a stool beside her friend, "are you going to tell me what really happened between you and the Alpha's son?" Dorothy's hand pauses over the paper. She considers deflection but finds herself suddenly weary of secrets. "I made him a Valentine," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "He tore it up without looking at it." Lila's eyes widen. "He did what?" "He didn't know what it was," Dorothy adds quickly, surprising herself with the defence. "He thought it was something else."

A young tall handsome teenager, walked in wearing a blue suit, he called out "Annabelle!" Hearing her name, she turned around and said "Max... you are here." She hugged him "Happy birthday." He said "Thank you, I thought you wouldn't make it." Valentina said pouting "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He replied and added "This is for you." handing a box to her "Wow it's beautiful." "I had a feeling you will love it."

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

"You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medical team. You did all this because you wanted... wanted..." "I wanted you to die," I finished her sentence. I still remembered how, in my previous life, Valerie had deliberately crashed into a truck. I thought she loved Eugene so much, but in reality, she only loved the idea of Eugene. When their personal interests were at stake, those feelings simply evaporated. I did not stay to watch Valerie die, but we both knew she would not live much longer. Eugene refused to take care of her, and her parents were too preoccupied with Caleb's problems.