Overwatch Valentine Novels & Stories

Knocking gently, she heard Natasha invite her in. "Hey, Natasha. I heard your back hurts, I brought something for your back," Val offered, holding the ointment. Natasha smiled weakly, "Thanks, Val. That's sweet of you." Val urged her to lie down, saying, "Let me help you with that. Maybe a massage will ease the pain." “Thank you, Valerie, you don't know how much I need that.” As Val worked on massaging Natasha's back, she couldn't help but notice a tattoo just by Natasha's waist – Nelson's name surrounded by a multitude of love emojis. A momentary pause followed, and Natasha smirked mischievously.

She can see the Omega’s intent in his eyes—he means to kill her, to take her life as his final act of defiance. But before the Omega can reach her, a blur of movement streaks across the clearing. Valentine, moving with the preternatural speed of his kind, intercepts the Omega in mid-air. The impact is brutal, the force of it sending the Omega crashing to the ground. Valentine doesn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he rips the Omega apart, his strength far surpassing that of any werewolf.

That’s what it looks like with the way he is kicking. In half a second, I’m no longer rubbing a wolf’s giant belly. Valentine transformed back to a human so fast I completely missed it. My hand is scratching up and down Valentine’s toned and firm abs, dangerously close to that weapon he keeps between his legs. I jump back in surprise, cradling my hand to my chest like it’s somehow tainted with cooties from being so close to his giant d**k. “Overgrown puppy? Do you want me to show you how alpha I can be?” He rolls to his side, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Soon, Erica, there won’t be an Alpha standing in my way.” Valentine hummed to himself as he poured himself a wine and I watched him. I then realize the most terrifying truth of all, Valentine was the weed that needs to be taken out or the whole land will be infected with it. Valentine didn’t leave right away, especially when he was enjoying himself. He lingered near the doorway, his fingers brushing the wall. Suddenly, he laughed, quiet at first, then a little louder, like a mad man. “Do you know,” he said, tilting his head, “how easy it is to make people believe the wrong story?”

He hugged her, "I missed you.. I missed you... where were you...?" Vee looked at me, "so Owen, this is my girlfriend Olwethu..." The little guy looked at me and I opened my arms, "hey young man..." He came for a hug, "hi. So you stole Vee from us.." I laughed, "and you stole Vee's heart.." He laughed, "I like you..." And the rest of the evening was just amazing. I got to see Valentia interact with Owen face to face and it was the most beautiful sight ever. She was genuinely happy to be around him.

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But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

In his broad hand, he held a crystal glass of chilled white wine, offering the rim to Valerie’s crimson lips. To her left knelt Enforcer Damian Rossi. He had shed his shirt entirely, his broad, scarred chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythms. His golden amber eyes burned like liquid sun as his large, calloused hands worked over Valerie’s bare ankles and calves, applying warm, fragrant almond oil with slow, firm, and agonizingly pleasurable strokes. There were no ledgers to balance. No tactical grids to monitor. Tonight was the true wedding night, a sacred, unrestrained celebration of their lifelong bond, held in absolute privacy far from the world they ruled.

Valentine was disillusioned when he could not find Ann in the kitchen. “Huh!” He exclaimed and looked around. “Good afternoon, Supervisor,” Fabian greeted him. He recalled himself and answered, “Good afternoon, Fabian.” He joined his mother in the kitchen and began to wait for the workers to order their food. Valentine lost his appetite at once and sat down in despondency. To keep himself busy, he began to browse with his phone. To his delight, the story of the installation ceremony of the Mount Olive Dukedom was making waves.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide