Novel & Cerita Mai Valentine Vs Marik

She says and comes toward me like a raging bull. “Marina, listen to me,” I say to stop her but how can she stop! “How can you do this? I thought we are friends.” She says and sits over me. She is hovering over me on her knees and gripping my shoulder. “Marina, get over her. If you want to talk, talk like a civilized person.” I can hear Logan's voice. But because of Marian’s body, I can’t see him. I hear marina snap at him, “Don’t you dare to instruct me how to behave. When you have been a stupid asshole.” She curses.

Javier said, placing back his glasses on his face. “Now, you compare her to an egg. Kensington is worth more than that. She made a mistake in the past which she doesn't want to do again and you treat her like this." “Why do I feel like something is going on between you and her?" Javier questioned, his orbs settled on Alejandro. Alejandro was tongue-tied, he only stared at him. “Whatever you have with her, cut it off boy. I won't let it stand," Javier warned with a menacing look.

"And then Magnus told him the truth. About the Valentine. About... everything." "Everything everything?" Dorothy nodded slowly. "We think there's a mate bond forming. Between us. Before his ceremony." Lila shot upright. "That's rare. Like, really rare." "I know." "Like, the Moon Goddess specifically choosing you rare." "I know, Lila." Her friend was quiet for a long moment, processing the avalanche of information. Then a grin spread across her face, wide and wicked. "Those assholes at breakfast have no idea, do they? Rowan and Cole and all of them, they're sitting there calling you a puppy while you're literally bonding with the future Alpha."

"He's just a junior of mine, and I'm repaying a favor. Melissa, however, that's a better woman. She's younger, prettier, and knows how to have fun in bed." I continued, "I'll give her my spot. You guys can drop the act around me and finally be a couple." Samuel said solemnly, "Is this because I didn't spend Valentine's Day with you? You don't have to do this. You know you're special to me. Melissa's just a secretary. She means nothing. Don't worry about her."

I counter back. “Am I?” He leaned closer, eyes boring into mine. “Maybe I am. Maybe you’ll hate me until the end. That’s fine. But you’ll still be mine. You’re already marked.” My breath hitched. “You said I was your mate…” He chuckled darkly. “No. You’re my vampire’s mate. That’s a very different thing, Valentina. Don’t mistake it for love. My wolf doesn’t want you. My vampire does. And my vampire is much, much darker.”

Valeria took one look at the sea of society women waiting with champagne flutes and sharp smiles and whispered, “This is my gladiator arena, isn’t it?” Alejandro offered his arm. “You’ll do fine.” “They’re going to eat me alive.” “You’re the main course, mi amor. Let them choke on it.” She nearly choked on her own laughter. As they walked through the crowd, polite nods turned to interested whispers. Every woman was watching. Every man was assessing. Then came her. Mariana de la Vega. Ex-fiancée. Perfect hair. Impeccable shade of red lipstick. She floated toward them like a vulture in heels. “Alejandro,” she cooed, ignoring Valeria entirely. “So lovely to see you again.”

Yet even through the sound of the rain, her voice was steady when she whispered to herself, “If this is war, I will fight. I may have lost him, but I won’t lose myself.” In the stillness that followed, Izabelleh turned away from the window. Somewhere down the hallway, she could hear faint footsteps—Aion’s, perhaps pacing in another room, restless and angry. Maybe he was as lost as she was. But it didn’t matter anymore. Because tonight marked the end of the love they once shared, and the beginning of something far colder—a marriage bound not by affection, but by survival. And as the storm raged on outside, Izabelleh lifted her chin and whispered to the silence, “So be it.” ---

Valen argued moving to roll from the bed in frustration. “I don’t mean to upset you, Valen, but I can’t control the mate bond and the effect it has on me. I’m jealous and on edge because everything in me is telling me to mate and mark you.” I confessed; honesty was the best policy, right? I didn’t want to start our life together, if there was to be one, full of lies. “Mate and mark?” Valen stuttered, spinning to face me with a look of utter shock plastered across his face. “What does that mean? Mate like, like, have sex?”

Selena waited patiently, sipping her tea and giving Valerie time to gather her thoughts. After a long pause, Selena broke the silence. "Who was that man, Valerie? The one at the restaurant?" Valerie flinched slightly but didn’t look up. Her voice was quiet when she finally spoke. "His name is Mark. We were married for a year… maybe two." Selena’s eyes widened in surprise. "Married? You never told me you were married." Valerie gave a bitter laugh, her lips twisting into a sad smile. "It’s not something I’m proud of, Selena. I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me. But I was wrong."

I admit I am curious. “Mark me. You’ll see it if you mark me,” Valerie breathes, her fingers unconsciously run up and down my pecks, rubbing her sore, aching breast against me to ease the demand of the heat. Just the thought of marking her, and my teeth elongated – her eyes darken at the sight of them. I didn’t expect her to suggest the idea. She still fights our bond, but it isn’t as fierce as before. I wonder what changed - her near-death experience?