Mai Valentine Vs Marik Novels & Stories

Gerard and Marco kissing. My heart lurched. The flutter I had felt when Valentina spoke, turned into something sharper, more jagged.

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.

Markus was excited and had planned an extensive list to do with her in order to win her heart. He was adamant on making Valeria realise that she is still into him. And she should give him a chance to prove himself. Markus was willing to do everything in his power to stop her from marrying Adrian.

“Martin, what I said is true. That Valentina I told you about. She looks like my wife. My heart also says that she and my wife are one at the same.” “If that is so, you will only confirm that she is your wife, sir, if she saw you with your mask and what was her reaction when she saw you.” I sighed. “She didn't see me wearing a mask, Martin.” “Then she's not your wife. It's unlikely that Ma'am Valerie is the Valentina you're talking about. With the many traumatic experiences she's had with you, I'm sure she'll be scared when she sees you again.” “She didn't see me because I didn't wear a mask when we met a few times.”

That mattered. Mara Quinn waited in a glass office above the floor. She stood when Valentine entered. No visible guards. No dramatic shadows. Just a woman in her forties. Silver threaded through black hair. Eyes that caught everything. “You move like someone who learned early that safety is temporary,” Mara said. Valentine did not sit. “You sent a boy to follow me.” “He volunteered,” Mara answered. “I told him he might not come back.” Valentine’s mouth twitched. “Fair.”

Lady Vienna cupped her face, covering her mouth as she stopped herself from shaking in joy, “But I believe I am already your wife, Duke Raziel Valen Donovan.” He nodded, “Yes, but the last time I asked for your hand, is because I want you to be just my duchess. Today, I want you to be my wife for the rest of my life.” Lady Vienna thought about it, wanting to say yes instantly but she smirked, “Stand up first.” He did as she ordered and Lady Vienna threw herself to him again in an embrace, while maintaining eye contact. She grabbed his mask and put it on herself while leaning in and letting her lips answer his question. She smashed her lips against him, which took him by surprise.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

So, with a sigh of exasperation, I mutter, “I’m just trying to figure all this out.” “Mer,” Zach murmurs, taking a step towards me. Shaking my head and holding my hands out, I take a step back, needing to keep distance between us. At the action, Zach utters a low growl from deep in his chest, then as if making his mind up about something he had been fighting with himself about, I hear him growl, “fuck it,” before he charges straight toward me with a look of determination now written on his face. Kenton “Do you think that she will be at the mate ball next month?” Maverick asks from across the table, a heaping plate full of steak and eggs in front of him, one that rivals my own.

It wasn’t the most logical place to have these ceremonies, but it worked for us. Karma and I both jumped up on the bar using the stools we had lined up for exactly this purpose, ready to get this thing rolling. “Alright you lot!” I shouted out over the chaos. “Tonight, we’re formally patching three new members of the Valkyrie.” The room filled with cheers. “But before we get stuck into the vows and the sambuca, Rogue needs to say a few words.” I looked for him in the crowd, motioning him to join us.

Guilt and regret warred in Damien's heart like clashing blades, his Bloodline Authority fluctuating dangerously with each surge of emotion. After a long moment, his voice emerged cold as winter, each word carrying the weight of a Lord's command: "Serena is my only mate," he growled, fangs dropping. "My blood chose her, even if I was too blind to see it." "Whether she lives or dies, she is the only one I will claim. The blood bonds don't lie - they never accepted Vivienne."