Lola Valentine Leaks Novels & Stories

How easy for her to say. Troy intervenes. "Bruna is right. We didn't kill her. She did it herself!" "But we... Bruna leaked her nudes!" She scoffs. "I don't regret it if that's what you are asking. She was going to leak your tape too..." "But she didn't!" "Because Troy stopped her," Bruna reminds me. "Baby," Josh says. "Someone is draining the love out of Valentine's day and I can't stand her. Let's go make some love!"

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.

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."

"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.

Because by the sound of things, Valentina hadn't had nearly enough people looking out for her. Then Mason suddenly froze. His eyes narrowing. "What?" He didn't answer. Instead he grabbed a page. Looked again. Then looked at me. "Oh no. When did you guys have the fallout?" A strange feeling crawled down my spine. "What? Why?" Mason slowly slid the document toward me. I looked down. And immediately felt the blood drain from my face. It was a birth certificate. *Date of Birth: February 29th 2002.* Leap Day.

“I’m already on my way.” I hit the driveway, kill the engine, jog inside. Lana’s in the living room, laptop open, face pale. She looks up. “It’s worse.” I cross to her, see the screen. Front-page gossip blog: “Leaked: Billionaire Roman Vale’s Office Tryst—Topless Stepdaughter Caught After Hours”

“Why.” Valentine’s reflection stared back at her. Older. Harder. Alive. “Because Luther is leverage. And Eryx never wastes leverage.” Mireya crossed her arms. “Then what do you plan to do.” Valentine turned. “I plan to remind the city who I am.” “That will start a war.” Valentine smiled. “The war already started. I was simply not informed.” She reached into her jacket and placed a small data shard on the table. “This contains names. Accounts. Trade routes. Quiet ones. I want everything tied to Eryx flagged, traced, and leaked.”

“We’re not gonna talk about your ex. I just wanna know how you feel. I know it’s shocking and depressing that we have to go through this again, but, baby, I’m here.” “Go. Do whatever you want.” She picked up the remote and turned on the TV. She chose an online movie streaming app and watched a random movie. I stood up and dialed Valentine. He picked up right away as if he was waiting for someone’s call. “Madden, how’s my sister?” “What do you think?” I sat on an accent chair. “I did it.” “What did you do?” I frowned. “I was the one who leaked the photo.” “What? Say it again?” Shock was an understatement. I was quick on my feet after hearing his admission. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“If you deny this, it will haunt LUX forever. But if you own it—” “It becomes mine,” Sophie whispered. “Yes. And no one can use it against you again.” Camellia waited for Valerie at the satellite lab. When she arrived, the room was already sealed. Valerie froze as soon as the screens lit up. “You leaked to him,” Camellia said, voice calm but dangerous. “I didn’t know it was him,” Valerie said, backing up. “It was just a freelance dump request. I thought—” “You thought you were clever. And he used you.”

Suddenly, she starts wondering what other people might have done in this situation of hers. Olivia dropped Haven off to her home and saw her friend walk inside her house, looking lifeless. She informs Mrs. Morgan about Haven’s extended situation of her breakup and tells her to ring her up anytime she finds Haven in trouble. Strangely, Haven refused to cry this time. She was more devastated and heartbroken. She quietly changed her clothes and got herself a drink from the refrigerator and settled on the couch, switching on the TV. The numerous original series of Netflix made appearances on the screen. She was a huge fan of Money Heist and diligently watched the show without skipping any season