My Savage Valentine Novels & Stories

She squeezed through the pack of teenagers congregating in the kitchen and clasped her arms around an athletic-looking guy. His dishevelled hair was dirty blonde, now even more tousled with her hand running through it. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, both hungrily attacking each other's faces until someone shouted something from the crowd. "Get a room!" I watched as Valentina's cheeks reddened at the interruption and she pulled away, dragging him closer to where I was still situated, savouring the taste of the alcohol I was drinking. Finn's hand fell straight to her ass, hovering over it as he grinned confidently at me. "Savannah, meet Finn," her arm was tucked around his sho

There was James, Ashley, her breakup, James’ claims about her performance in bed, and the damn kink test she took last night. Haven tried her best to concentrate on her work. Her day just had to get worse when the female protagonist got dumped by her boyfriend, in the draft she was reading. Haven slammed her hand on her desk, which caught everyone’s attention. The floor manager who was walking around looked at Haven and said, “Take it easy, Sweet Haven.” He gave her a smile which she returned, unwillingly. Haven's eyes darted from the computer screen to her phone and back and forth.

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

Savannah's voice was gentle but she looked at Valeria with mockery in her eyes. "Do you have something to tell me? Who are you? I don't even know you. What do you want?" "You don't know me? Are you playing dumb?" Savannah didn't believe that Valeria didn't know who she was. Then, she walked gracefully to the sofa opposite her and sat down. Valeria felt disgusted when she saw her fake act. Was Savannah pretending to be noble in front of her? Who did she think she was? She looked at Savannah in disgust and said, "Please leave!"

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

"No! Get away from me!" "I'm not touching you, Valerie," Silas sneers, though his nostrils flare wide as he draws in another long, deep breath of my vanilla scent. "I don't need to lay a single finger on you. Your own dirty blood is doing my work for me. You're going to beg me before the sun comes up. You're going to scream my name and plead for me to put my knot inside you just to make the burning stop." "I'd rather... burn to death..." I choke out, my voice cracking under the agony.

“Selena… I know it hurts. God, I know. But pain doesn’t erase who you are. You are Selena Monroe and I swear to you on this day that i will help you remember. I’ll fight until the last breath in my body.” His words broke something in her chest. She wanted to believe him, wanted to pull him close. But Valentina’s hands tightened on her shoulders, grounding her. “And what will his fight cost you, Valerie?” Her voice turned low, intimate, almost maternal. “I saw you when I found you….bleeding, lost, barely alive. You had no name, no past, nothing. I gave you everything. Do you think his love will protect you? That love is what killed you in the first place.”

“Yeah, me too! I want something wild. Something completely out of character. Sex in public, maybe? I've been a good girl for too long. Oh, how I want my Alpha crush would appear out of nowhere and have his way with me.” “Alpha crush?” I asked hastily, knowing they'd have to face me shortly. How the hell was I supposed to know what I wanted when I haven't even experienced sex itself? “Alpha Leon. Have you guys heard of him?” Layla nodded. “The pure-blood? I heard he is dangerous. People get scared shitless just from the mention of his name. They call him Savage Alpha, the bringer of death because that's what he does. He kills.” I leaned in closer, my curiosity in the story unexpectedly piqued

My door jerks open, and I feel myself being ripped out of the car and dragged toward the SUV, where Don Valentino is now standing with his small army of goons and Savannah by his side. “We were going on a ferry ride,” Savannah says innocently. “Are you going to come too?” She asks, peering up at Don Valentino with a hopeful smile on her face. A growl leaves Don Valentinos’ lips. He glances at Savannah, then me, and back at Savannah. “No.” He finally says, nodding his head. One of his big and burly goons takes Savannah by the hand, and he puts her inside the SUV. I keep my eyes glued to the ground, unwilling to give Don Valentino the satisfaction of seeing the sheer terror that fills my eyes.