Novel & Cerita My Savage Valentine

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

Desperate to quiet her tears, I whispered, “What can I do for you?” Valerie looked up at me fiercely, red hot tears streaking her soft skin. “The aunts in the slave shops that raised me—they said vampire saliva has the power to bring happiness.” Her gaze found mine, desperate and pleading. “Kiss me.” My bones lunged for her, almost as if they were not tied down by skin and sinewy. But I stilled them and searched her eyes. “You don’t really want that.” She reached for me, her small fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt. Her gaze held a fiery torment—a desperate, drowning want. “Please,” she said.

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm

he consoled her and tried to remember about any civil war in the continent he could remember to know how it ends but to his memory he can't remember any. Angelica asked, "Tell me your name and age too. Otherwise it won't be fair" she argued, making herself sound much more confident than she really was. Valentine chuckled at how brave she was even after going through all this, he thought maybe she had been through something like this before too or was prepared for such situations from before. "My name is Valentine Crimson and I am 22-year-old", he replied to her question. Now that things were a little calm, he looked at her closely before he was embarrassed because of being naked. She had hon

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

"Really see her. Not as my daughter, not as Ethan's weird sister, not as a political asset. Just... her." Victor was silent for a long moment, memories of his own mate surfacing unbidden. "And you believe my son sees her that way?" "I believe he's starting to." Ethan Sr. moved to pour himself another measure of whiskey. "Tonight, outside her studio, I heard them talking. He put her Valentine back together. Every piece." The Alpha's eyebrows rose. "A Valentine?" "She gave him one this morning. He tore it up without looking, thought it was a message from my son." The Beta's jaw tightened. "She ran. He spent the rest of the day trying to make it right."

“Why in the world are you having the security guard drag Ms. Savage away?” The girl behind the lecturn sticks to her guns–like a complete idiot. “She said her name was Ace Average,” she says with great insistence that she doesn’t have a hearing–or understanding–problem. “I most certainly did not!” I pull with all my might against the security guard’s grip and manage to get my arm free. “I am A. Savage, owner of Savage Enterprises, and I have never been so humiliated in my life!” That’s true–A. Savage has never been this humiliated before. Anna Young? Well, this doesn’t even come close to the most humiliated she’s ever been–and by the very woman I’m now relying on to help me.

As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity. "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor. "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf

"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.

Strong rushing winds lifted us off the ground, roughly hurling us towards a massive tree. Before impact, Valen manifested in front of me to take the brunt of my plummeting body, slamming into him. His stocky arms were tight and protective as he seemed to be hunched around me. Even though I felt so safe, I knew I didn't belong there. The tree shook upon collision, cracking its trunk, but determined to stand tall, and a multitude of red leaves and orange blossoms cascaded down with us. “I got you, sweet mate,” Valen’s abomination uttered. His eyes were inky pools, wrapping chains around my soul to drown me in their encroaching storm.