Libby Valentine Novels & Stories

"You owe me one, then. I'll let you know when I'm ready." His final message sent shivers down her spine. " A point for correction though, i don't check on every pretty lady i take to the mall because you are the only pretty one I've taken to the mall aside Zara and Lucilia of course. Oh well, Sleep well, Miss... oops, I did it again." Valeria's screen went dark, but her mind whirled. The ease with which they bantered both thrilled and terrified her. Was she playing with fire?

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

She stretched as I entered the room, and my lips immediately lifted in a smile. “Morning sleepyhead.” “Mumeeee!” Valerie bounced onto the bed, a whirlwind of pink pyjamas and boundless energy. Her pigtails which had been braided by Tina just yesterday, already spotted a few rogue strands. “Mummy, are we going on our date today?” I scooped her up into a hug, the scent of strawberries and sunshine tickling my nose. “We sure are, are you ready?” “Yeah!” She exclaimed, super excited.

Beta Michael was stern. "Twenty dollars says, Libby is going to knock her out in the first five minutes" Trevor whispered in my ear. "Naw, I put twenty on Libby breaking Stephanie's bones." "Bet accepted" Trevor shook my hand. One thing I know about Libby is she is just like my father in many ways. She likes to cause pain and embarrassment at the same time. She going to put on a show. I thought to myself.

Before reaching the altar and declaring their objections to the wedding, they all make that same claim. While laughing I sent a napkin her way through the air. “Please. In the realm of potential wedding objectors, your likelihood to voice dissent stands unmatched. Among all the people I know you stand out as the greatest hater of romance. ” Rachel performed a hand clap sequence while indicating Valerie with her finger. “Exactly! Valerie when was the last time you even went on a date? ” Valerie scoffed while she crossed her arms. “Never. ” Emily performed an exaggerated gasp while positioning her hand upon her chest. You are lying! ”

Just three photos. The first: my hospital diagnosis. Food poisoning. A severe allergic reaction. Threatened miscarriage. The second: Adrian's mortgage agreement, backing an $800,000 loan. Creditor: Summer Shafer. The third: my pants soaked in blood as the park ranger loaded me into an ambulance. One caption. [On Valentine's Day, I lost my child... and the ability to love the man I trusted.] Less than ten minutes later, the comments went feral. [Wait. Is this actually real??]

@RealityCheck_Val: "She’s glowing. Is that a 'newlywed' glow or a 'got away with murder' glow? Either way, the silk robe won't hide the truth forever. We see you, Valerie." @Cancel_The_Claires: "I hope that robe catches on a thorn. Shameless, pathetic, and soulless. She thinks she’s still an A-lister. Newsflash: You’re a footnote in a crime doc. #BoycottValerie" @Vengeance_Seeker: "The higher you climb, the harder you’ll fall, Valerie. Enjoy your luxury while it lasts. The world is coming for you, and Cillian can’t buy everyone." The morning sun was barely peeking through the heavy drapes when the door to my room was flung open. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

Libby snaps a photo again and I decide I might have to hit her with something harder than a pillow for taking photos of me slouched down in this chair in my tent of a maternity dress. "Oh, you love me," she says, clicking the camera again for effect. I make a face at her, even though it's true. Despite her incessant camera-clicking, I adore her and Bailey. They've become close friends over the past year since Dorian and I moved to Boston. Libby is a fantastic photographer with an art gallery in New Hampshire and another in Boston. I knew her at Brighton Academy, although not very well. When Dorian and I moved to Boston two years ago, Libby and I connected right away, beyond our shared histor

Maya was not a few steps behind him, tapping rhythmically over the screen of the phone, replying to e-mails. Soon, Valerie arrived wearing a white sundress. Her face remained void of any emotion. Slowly she slid beside Harman while greeting him. Somehow, Lola managed to convince her for breakfast showing Valentine's fear but the same can not be said for Crystal. She declined to show up after hearing Valentine arrived late at night. Lola murdered Maya multiple times in her brain for ruining the friendship of two girls.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, ASSAULT, MURDER, TRAUMA, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REVENGE THEMES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. VALERIA As a little girl, I dreamed big—actress, a pop star, designer maybe or a model... basically anything that would slap my face on Vogue and of course lots of paparazzi attention. Well, here I am... margarita in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling—when I see a picture of me and Dante on the Daily Mail. My lips curl at the headline; Blue Cyber CEO spotted with new lover. New lover, alright.