S/y Valentine Novels & Stories

… Back in her bedroom, Nyla picked up her phone and found a string of messages from Valarie, filled with pictures from the wedding. She scrolled through them, saving every single one before sending a message. Nyla: [Valarie, thank you so much for today! You worked so hard!] Then she transferred 10,000 dollars as a gift. … Valarie was at a bar, drinking with Stefan, completely unaware of Nyla's message. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and under the dim lights, she looked dangerously alluring. Stefan's gaze darkened. "Veevee, you're drunk. Let me take you home."

Stephie stood her ground, and this is what Jacob wanted from her. Somehow, someway, across the distance of their banter, both minds were aligned that this was their language, their chemistry, their fill and entertainment. I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you. This was the definition of their relationship. And somehow, someway, both parties were entertained with the back and forth. This was the only way they could communicate and simultaneously hide their undetermined feelings. If any. Jacob played his disinterest well. To show Stephie that her words of defiance meant nothing to shake his resolution, he approached her. This is what they both wanted anyway.

As he squats down, he takes Valencia's right hand and opens the jewelry box before her. "Honey, it's probably too late. But allow me to say it one more time. Valencia is my love, and Alexa is my queen. Whoever you are, I don't care. All I care about is that I love you from the bottom of my heart. Will you accept this man who is not good at treating women as your husband?" Instantly Valencia broke into a smile. Asher's treatment of her touched her. Maybe what Asher did this time was exaggerated, but for Valencia, who had never received sweet treatment. This is something that makes her touched.

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.”

It wasn't until after Val was home that night, after he'd eaten leftover pizza and watched a movie on a cable science fiction channel that he booted up his home system and started scrolling through his emails again. There it was. Damn it. "Forwarded by: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday

Kyle slammed into her. "I love you," she gasped. He thrust again. "Happy Valentine's Day, love." Sabrina exploded. THE END

Valerie tried to ignore her and go down the stairs but Susan stopped her. “Mrs Hawkins I hope I wasn't too loud”. Susan said mischievously. Valerie ignored her. Susan wanting to get a reaction from Valerie continued. “ your eyes are all puffed up, aww were you crying?. I couldn't help it you know, Ryan sure does know how to put that big cock of his to good use”. And then Valerie slapped her. Susan was going to slap her back but Valerie held her hand, dropped it, and was about to walk away but Susan blocked her again. “You lucky you are pregnant if not I would have taught you a bitter lesson”. Susan snickered.

Valerie Said and smirked. She walked towards her bed and climbed on it she hovered over Psalm and claimed her lips kissing her madly. Valerie is a bisexual she does both boys and girls. Psalm also kissed her back, Valerie took her hand underneath Psalm skirt shifted her panties to one side and slid three fingers into Psalm p**sy. Psalm broke the kiss and let out a loud moan as Valerie started fingering her. Psalm easily tore off Valerie's tank top her two big breasts bounced out.

“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.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.