Libby Valentine Novels & Stories

Well she was good at making men fall for her, all men except Lucio Delevonte. Oh Lucio! He would never fall for her since she dated his friend and he loved her but as his sister. There was nothing that was going to ever happen between them. "I didn't order anything" "It says Valerie Carnegie here, isn't that you?" "It is me but I didn't order anything" Valerie looked at the pink package. It was the same as the other that has been coming as well but she didn't notice that as well. "You only have to sign Ma'am, I can't take it back"

Liliana said with a hint of anger toward Raphael. Valerie smiled bitterly. If he would have made her his in every way, then she would have lived the rest of her life with those memories. But he was not like other men and never took advantage of her, even though he had the chance. "He is special Liliana. He is not like other men, because I am still a virgin. Everyone assumed that he took advantage of me. But he never violated me that way" Valerie whispered. Liliana was shocked to hear that. She was not expecting this.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

"What?" Livvy smiled softly. "The collection celebrates the petite woman." She looked at Val, you're both the smallest and most beautiful woman I know." She said quietly. "You are the one." She reached over the table and squeezed Valentina's hand. "Honestly? When Matteo described his muse...all I thought of was you." Valentina's eyes immediately filled with tears. "Oh Libby...No fair." Livvy laughed. "So...will you at least come and meet him before saying no?"

No, it can't be. She is definitely pulling my legs. "Wait, Angela. Are you you planking me? its a prank right? You almost had me,tears in my eyes already. Phew!" I laughed awkwardly. "It's real Charlotte. The live stream has gone viral. It's a popular show with millions of subscribers. And they have been promoting this VALENTINE'S special for a week now. I have been following them for a while. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you. You mean you don't don't know about this libe stream?"

"You know almost everything about me. My name, probably my age, you know I am cursed, I..." "You are not cursed," Leonard cut her short. Valerie rolled her eyes slightly. Well, she is. "I love painting," she continued. "I read books, mostly when I am indoors which I am almost every time. My Pack members don't like me. I either spend my time with my best friend, Elora. She is the daughter of the Ice Pack Alpha. Or I stay indoors, painting or reading. That is practically everything about me." Why did she not talk about going to clubs?

The Raw Vulnerability of the Vow They reached the flower shop just as the first "Analog" stars began to pierce the velvet sky. It was Valentine’s Day—the day Ethan had originally "Indexed" for his revenge. The "Gilded" gala in Manhattan was likely starting at this very moment, a "Recursive" loop of vanity and "Social Influence" that Ethan had abandoned for a "Broken" shop on a sandbar. Inside the shop, the scent of lilies was a "System-Stabilizer." Ethan laid Thomas in the back room and returned to find Aria standing by the "Last Ledger" of the shop's accounts.

Valentine sat without invitation. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “Valentine.” “Last name?” “None.” Another pause. The woman crossed her arms. “What can you do?” Valentine leaned back. “I can vanish. I can listen. I can make people underestimate me and regret it later. I don’t drink on jobs. I don’t talk when I’m paid to stay quiet.” “And when you’re not paid?” “I still don’t talk,” Valentine said. “I just remember.”

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill.