Moonshine And Valentine Novels & Stories

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.

She asked, her voice laced with a smile. Valentine, known to many now as Pascal Willow, mulled over the gravity of the situation. His eyes flared with an inner fire as he replied, "The moment isn't ripe just yet. But rest assured, when it is, I'll ensure they're groveling at my feet before I reveal the truth."

We both hug her before we each go to the respective woman in our life. As I greet Ruby, my gaze lands on some flowers and cupcakes on the bar. "Good job, Dad. Those flowers and cupcakes look amazing." "I will take credit all day for the flowers." He wraps his arms around mom's neck from behind. "But the cupcakes, I didn't do." "Ruby did them," Kelsea lets us know as she bites into one. "And they are totally amazeballs. Chocolate covered strawberry." I let go of Ruby, moving in to inspect the cupcakes sitting on the counter. They look like they were bought at a bakery. The chocolate frosting layered on, with little pearls on top, sitting in Valentine's day cupcake sleeves. "You did these?"

Fuck, she’s beautiful, but even more beautiful wearing my club colors. “Surprises can get you killed,” I grumble while hiding my emotions and letting go of the Prospect, slapping his shoulder. “Apologies, Wreck.” “Don’t sweat it, Pres,” he says, grinning, then joining the others just as Valentine walks over with a bottle of my favorite whiskey. “Didn’t think we’ll let you leave without a send-off, did you?” he smirks, handing me the bottle and dodging my punch to his face. “And this is how you repay me, tsk.”

her voice croaked and shaky, as her direction was directed toward Valentine. Valentine nodded. “Aww,” Helen cooed. She wrapped her arms around Valentine and brought her cheek against hers, then the other side. “I almost forgot my gift,” Valentine chuckled briefly. Her words made Helen back away and she handed over her gift to her mother-in-law. “For you.” “What’s this?” “They’re Filipino Coconut Macaroons.” “They’re my favorite.” Helen smiled, looking as if she was about to cry.

And there's more to come". I grinned, getting proud of what I have been able to pull by myself. I planned tonight to be beautiful for us. To encourage ourselves for the feat we have achieved together. "Cheers to our new life ". I raised a half filled glass to the air. Sandra raised her's which i had already filled and we clunk. "Cheers!". She smiled sweetly at me. At that moment, I noticed how her brown eyes looks similar to that of my boss, even the colour of her hair. Strange I never noticed these things until my encounter with the boss.

“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.

He takes the ceremonial dagger and holds it over the fire, heating the blade until it glows red-hot. Turning to me, he extends his hand, and I step forward, offering him my right hand. With a quick, precise motion, Valentine makes a small cut across my palm. The pain is sharp but fleeting, and I hold my hand over the flame, letting the blood drip onto the fire. There’s a sudden whooshing sound as the flames flare up, burning brighter than before. A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. The Moon Goddess is in support of this gathering.

I had a splitting headache. I struggled to force my heavy eyelids open. My vision was blurred, and the ceiling was spinning slowly above me. The last clear memory I had was of my boyfriend of three years, Calvin Kennedy, kneeling on one knee in a room carpeted with rose petals. He was holding out a ring. I had drank the glass of red wine he handed me. My body soon felt unbearably heavy. I felt a scorching hand moving over my waist. The way he moved was hurried, harsh, and unrestrained.

Put on some light make, just as usual. I saw the boyband shouting and laughing together in the hall. There were so many people, holding cameras, lights, and microphones. I think they were shooting. Dumbo of course they were shooting. I'm currently in Moonlight's house, why wouldn't there be anything. "Good morning Doctor Isabella, " Mr. Velkov said, greeting me. "Good morning Mr. Velkov," I said smiling simply. "This is our staff. This is the director and this is the screenwriter. We are shooting Youtube videos, " he said. I greeted everyone and made my way to the kitchen. I made myself a simple breakfast.