Mai Valentine Vs Marik Novels & Stories

*There’s no help for that brother of mine. A high-pitched squeal erupted from the back of the hall. Valeria came barreling toward us, arm in arm with her best friend. “Oh my Goddess, you guys are mated *and* marked!” she screamed. I sighed. “Valeria, could you get any louder?” “Yes, I can!” She darted around to Elena’s side. “Let me see! Oh my God, your mark is gorgeous. It looks so similar to Mom and Dad’s!” “Really?” I asked.

Closing her eyes tight, she allowed the sharp blade go deep within her skin, cutting deeper. She didn't know why or how but the sight of blood gave her some sort of satisfaction, Mariana lay on the cold floor staring up at the ceiling while silently listening to Marco play like there will never be tomorrow making tears fall down her eyes more with a hiccup. She remembered the first time she confessed her love to Valente, and the day of there wedding. He had promised her the world but gave her darkness, he had drowned her in dirt giving her no single reason to live for anymore.

"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 spoke her name with a hint of distaste. My eyes darted back to Valerie. Her stunning, model-like figure made me feel a tiny pinch of jealousy. My stomach sank even further down when I spotted a beauty mark under the edge of her eye. It looked so much like Lily’s. Valerie waved a hand dismissively. “Oh Adrian, why are you speaking like we aren’t still fated mates? I can come into my mate’s office whenever I want.” My eyes were glued to that beauty mark. Maybe they shared the marks, but there’s no way Valerie is Lily's mother.

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

“Again, Mira. Hold it. Control it.” I had groaned, sweat dripping, but she never let me slack—not when so much depended on me. Meanwhile, Marina and Gabriel were consumed with wedding plans. She and I agreed to hold her celebration right a week before my coronation, and though Marina invited Katria and Caspian to join her in a double wedding, Katria only laughed softly. “Not yet,” she said, leaning into Caspian’s shoulder. “We’re savouring our time.” Valen, still scarred by Elena’s fate, had gone to wander alone, chasing peace in the silence of distant lands. I hoped he’d find it.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Marek ignored him, tangling a hand in my hair, still locking me in his iron grip. My eyes were on Derek, wide and screaming for help. But Derek was too furious to notice, his eyes burning holes in our embracing bodies. “You’re fired, Valerie – get out!” His words low but finale, shattering the last fragile straw I clung to. Marek finally broke the kiss, slowly, deliberately, his mouth curving against mine as he pulled away, letting me gasp for air, too flustered to respond. “With pleasure,” Marek’s smirk was slow and dangerous. His eyes glittered – hungry, triumphant – holding my gaze a second longer before tugging me with him toward the elevator.

Ryan said "What makes you think you can defy the Hunter's? They are vicious people." Valentina said "I know, but not as vicious as I can be." Ryan said "Excuse me who are you?" Valentina asked "I am your mate, it would seem." Ryan said "Mate? Are you kidding me? You are kidding right?" Valentina asked but Ryan shook his head signifying he wasn't. 'How could it be? He must be lying.' She thought ''He is not, he is our mate.'' Maya said

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.