Nick Valentine Fanart Novels & Stories

“Soon, though. Maybe you should be the first to plunge into her.” No, Valerie pleaded within herself. She didn’t want Nick to fuck her; she wanted Damien’s cock. She wanted him to be the first to take her, claim her as his. She had been waiting for it, actually. And now he wanted to give her away to the creepy Nick Mason. This wasn’t fair! Nick used his other hand to squeeze her ass for a couple of seconds before smacking it again. Releasing her tit, she heard him walk back to the recliner and sit down. She still didn’t move.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV "Isn’t this fun? " Nikolai smiled, putting the spray bottle away. He hovered above me, but his gaze was focused on Luca. He was teasing him. "If you want cash, it’s yours. Fucking let Valentina go. " Luca growled in response.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

But mostly he is still always smiling and joking around. But after only a few days they put 2 and 2 together and realized I liked Valentina, even before I was ready to admit it to myself. They give me crap about it, sure, but it's never in a nasty way. And once again you could say it's like school all over again. Even though they make fun of my attraction to Valentina and call me a masochist since in their eyes I am falling for a hockey player hater, they still help me. That's why there are stickers in her notebook. Sean said she is too innocent to understand innuendos so we needed to make it more understandable. With stickers. Penis stickers. Kind of genius if you ask me. "What did I do thi

“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.

’ Their sibling banters used to complete our days. ‘And for you, Val, I love your hands. They are excellent in painting and are always quick to help somebody. You have such strong hands; they can practically do anything. But they are soft at the same time whenever you would use them to wipe my tears. I love your heart and soul, too.’ Nick gasped. ‘How come that your letter for Valerian sounded more sincere compared to mine? And it’s longer!’ She giggled. ‘I love your hands too, Nick. They are quick to cook steak.’

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

“Another photoshoot of you.” Aww. I circled my arms around his waist and kissed his chin. “I would have done it for you anyway if you asked,” though I do like the pictures I got of him from being the fall guy. “I want Courtney taking them this time,” he narrowed his eyes at me. “I didn’t like finding out that it was a guy that took those other pictures.” I rolled my eyes and smirked. “Steve was gay, Valentine.” “Sure he is. That’s why he takes pictures of naked women for a living,” Valentine scoffs.