Libby Valentine Novels & Stories

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

Last night, after Rolando went, she had purposely turned off the alarm, hoping to indulge herself in sleep until she woke up naturally. But it was only half-past eight. This girl, she never gets out of bed until 10 o'clock if she has nothing to do. Did the sunrise from the west today? Oh my god. Libby's qualification has been canceled. The official explanation given by the school is that the wrong name was stuck there, but who would believe it? This is the first time such a big bug appeared in our university. Damn it, I'm so happy. " She knew that it wasn't because of the god, it because of Rolando.

“Why didn’t you, Charlotte?” “Why do you love taking your anger out on someone else? It is time for a change, don’t you think? Its been 5 years already, let’s talk squarely, shall we?!” Her words only further worsened Charlotte’s trembling situation as the woman who couldn’t hide just how thoroughly scared she was anymore, managed to stutter. “Y-You?” “It was you?” Valerie smiled, leaning even closer to Charlotte’s face from across the desk. “Yes Char. Now I know why you want Hudson’s love so bad” She whispered, taking every bit of pleasure from Charlotte’s scared expressions. “Your birthday was our first!”

SNACKS. Like, snack-snacks. And fancy snacks. And snacks in jars that look like they’re from a movie.” Libby presses her lips together, mortified. “I’m so sorry. She’s just excited.” “She’s great,” I say immediately. Because I do. And because it’s true. Libby’s eyes flick back to me, still uncertain. “I’ve… I’ve never done this before,” she admits quietly. “Moved in with someone.” Neither have I. “I don’t know what you want,” I tell her. “And I don’t want to guess wrong.” Her shoulders drop a fraction. She studies me for a second, then says, softly but clearly, “I want to room with you.” Relief hits me so hard I have to exhale to keep from laughing. “Okay. Good. Yeah. Me too.” Behind us— CR

Jai says quietly and although I’m too overwhelmed to speak, I agree, wholeheartedly. ---- “That night….” I place my head in my hands as I sit beside Valerie. The guilt that eats up at me is ever-growing, and I wish I could turn back time and fix this. It’s almost an hour later and Jai is filling me in on exactly what went down that night. Valerie was attacked on New Year’s three years ago. Right after that ball. I look up sharply, glancing out of the window as thunder cracks in the sky. The weather is getting worse; I dislike driving in a storm, especially since I have had a few chilling experiences over the last few year.

CHAPTER 75 WEDDING OF THE CENTURY WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “She knew me as Vaile Valentine since she said if I was her man, then I must be the man she kept on recalling who she kept on calling as her Valentine.” Vaile Miller looked pathetic, if others would think he was quite pitiful, Luna thinks otherwise.

Sandra's pov. I picked up my phone to continue recording my trip on a live post I made on I*******m. I and my boyfriend, Xanvier decided to have a fresh start in the city of Milan, a place far away from Mexico- Our country. Xanvier had just gotten a new job at TK designer associate while I was offered a partnership deal with a fashion line as a model. "Hello, my beloved fans". I waved and smiled at the camera as I spun it around, making sure I capture the tall trees hanging over our car, the old, rusty mail boxes on the road side, and the dirt, and gravel road ahead.

I could hear my ringing tone blasting from the other end of the room, how far did I drop it last night? It was Nathan who was calling me, I frowned as my eyes combated the caller ID, and I was unable to answer the phone call. I remember Travis said something about Guillotine, if I remember correctly, Guillotine is the author of the book Valentine’s Day. I picked up my phone and surfed through the internet. “Valentine’s Day,” I said aloud as I typed it into the search bar, it took a few seconds to load, and when the information came. “February 14, is also known as Valentine’s Day.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the cold marble, the air around me heavy and still. “Lilian Vale. Date of birth, 20th September 1999. Date of death, 10th March 2009.” I forced back a tear. “Hi, Lily. I brought your favorite flowers. I still can’t believe you’re gone. You’d have been twenty-six today.” My voice cracked, but I kept going. “It’s your birthday, Lily.”

… Back in her bedroom, Nyla picked up her phone and found a string of messages from Valarie, filled with pictures from the wedding. She scrolled through them, saving every single one before sending a message. Nyla: [Valarie, thank you so much for today! You worked so hard!] Then she transferred 10,000 dollars as a gift. … Valarie was at a bar, drinking with Stefan, completely unaware of Nyla's message. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and under the dim lights, she looked dangerously alluring. Stefan's gaze darkened. "Veevee, you're drunk. Let me take you home."