My Savage Valentine Novels & Stories

I’ll hurt Valentine, and I’ll get away with it. Our thing progresses, I call and you come through Blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre Down the back, but who cares, still the Louvre How to destroy a fuckboy and get away with it. That’s probably an excellent way to put it if I was so extra careful not to fall for him but who wouldn’t fall for Valentine? Our thing progresses, I call and you come through Blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.

Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes, my breath coming in shattered gasps. “Please, I need—” Caelum’s thumb pressed harder and he finally whispered against my lips, “Come for us.” And just like that, I shattered. A scream tore from my throat as wave after wave crashed through me, violent and blinding. My back bowed completely off Lucien’s chest, every muscle clamping down as ecstasy ripped through me without mercy. I writhed against Caelum’s hand, helpless to stop the flood of sensation flooding every nerve ending.

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.

"Show him this. Tell him I have it. See how quickly he turns on you." Sierra's phone buzzed with the incoming file. She stared at it, her expression warring between doubt and determination. "Why are you doing this?" Sierra asked. "Because I love Duke. And I'll do whatever it takes to save him." Valentina met her eyes. "Even if that means burning down everyone who stands in my way." After Sierra left, Valentina sat back down, her hands shaking from adrenaline. She'd just declared war on both Connor and Sierra. There was no going back now.

Lisa taunted, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You bitch!” Valerie said vexedly, wishing she could stand up and slap Lisa across her beautifully made face, and leave a permanent mark, but sadly she can't, “Your fucking husband did this to me. His deranged assailant left me for dead, with damn knives stuck in each of my legs, I went through excruciating pain for days! And now I can never walk again!" Valerie seethed with hatred and anger as she spoke every word. "Now, I will have my revenge by taking away his most prized possession… His precious Jade," she added, her eyes burning with vengeful determination, and turned to her men and said, “How do you think Trey will feel when he sees a superhe

“Tonight I’m going to fill you so deep you’ll feel me for days. No more pretending I don't want to fuck this pretty little cunt of yours?” My heart slams against my ribs. “He’ll kill you. He’ll kill all of you.” “Let him try.” Valiente’s other hand slides up my thigh, pushing the ruined dress higher. “I’ve waited months to bury myself inside you. Months of watching you smile at customers in that fucking flower shop, months of knowing my uncle was going to parade you around like a trophy. I’m done waiting.” He kisses me again, brutal this time, teeth clashing, tongue demanding. I whimper into his mouth, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but he just pins my wrists above my head with one hand.

Norah sounded relieved and smiled apologetically to Stephan: "Savannah's just shy. Why don't you both hash it out in private?" stephan left, and Valerie glared after them, a storm passing over her face. Envy stabbed at her heart: She longed for him to take her and marry her. She'd given herself to him, and he'd accepted, filling her and completing her in ways she didn't know was possible. It wasn't enough, she decided, to be hidden away. Why couldn't he acknowledge their love? Because of parsley? What a joke. And deep inside, a plan started to form.

Valentine can heal way faster than Jason, consequent upon the fact that he is the product of an Original and Turned—the first of his kind, although he has no idea who he really is. But as the fight drags on, Jason begins to notice a change in Valentine—a darkening of his aura, a feral glint in his eyes that sets him on edge. Valentine’s movements become more erratic, more savage, as if he’s tapping into something primal, something darker than anything Jason has ever encountered. "What the hell are you?" Jason gasps, struggling to catch his breath as Valentine’s attacks grow more relentless. Valentine’s lips pull back in a grin that is more snarl than smile. "Something you can’t even begin to