Mai Valentine Joey Wheeler Novels & Stories

And even when dad mentioned that the girl is Maverick's mate, the only girl that still came to my mind us, Valerie Keller. I may be wrong, but if my guess is correct, then Valerie Keller is the last healer that everyone has been waiting for.

The angle frames my tits nicely and I'm not too ashamed to say it. "Someone has a secret admirer," Melvin says, taking a large… No, that's not the right word… a huge bouquet in a crystal vase from his cart and placing them on my desk next to my computer. I stare at the flowers for a moment. "Are they for Mr. Valiant?" I ask hesitantly. I swear, if his lady friend from this weekend bought them for him, I'll smash the vase over his damn head. Melvin laughs. "Don't think he's the roses type of guy. They're for you."

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

Those words did not sit well with anyone. Savannah did not look up from her plate, and neither did Deysha. Jada simply excused herself and could be heard cursing as she left. “The heavens sent me someone else mother, I love someone else, Deysha.” Everyone was silent after that declaration. Then Zayn stood up and proposed a toast to his friend, having finally found love. The mood around the table changed with Celia cheerfully asking to know more. Savannah looked up from her plate just in time to notice Deysha quickly wipe a tear drop from her cheek. She was even more silent than before.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

As he squats down, he takes Valencia's right hand and opens the jewelry box before her. "Honey, it's probably too late. But allow me to say it one more time. Valencia is my love, and Alexa is my queen. Whoever you are, I don't care. All I care about is that I love you from the bottom of my heart. Will you accept this man who is not good at treating women as your husband?" Instantly Valencia broke into a smile. Asher's treatment of her touched her. Maybe what Asher did this time was exaggerated, but for Valencia, who had never received sweet treatment. This is something that makes her touched.

countdown. "By Valentine’s Day," she said, looking at her reflection in a "Broken" mirror, "Ethan Hawke will find that love isn't a 'System-Stabilizer.' It’s the 'Human Error' that will finally 'Liquidate' him." The "250-chapter" war was no longer about corporate boardrooms. It had become a "Mechanical" race to the finish line of a young boy's life. The "Secret Alliance" was moving toward the "Home-Node," and the "Gilded Cage" was preparing to snap shut on the only "Absolute" truth Ethan had left.

I could feel it in my bones. Even at that, my heart was racing. I'd been planning this for two months. Flynn told me it was romantic when women proposed so I'd saved up, bought the ring, booked the ticket to Maldives and planned the whole surprise. "You're really doing this." I whispered to my reflection as the elevator took me to the fifteenth floor. Flynn worked as an execution assistant in Montague tech, and I was the one who got him the job. I had a friend that worked in HR and I put in a good word. Flynn has been entirely grateful to me ever since, promising he'll make it up to me. I've been with him through difficult times, and now he is financially stable and making good money. It was

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

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.