Shadowhunters Valentine Novels & Stories

Still, with the medical team constantly adjusting her care, Valerie remained blissfully unaware of just how fragile her condition had become. Meanwhile, Susan's health took a surprising turn for the better. Word had it that a suitable kidney match had finally been found. All they needed was for the donor to pass away, and she would be eligible for a transplant. However, surgeries like that did not come cheap. When Valerie came to me for money again, I used my same excuse about tight finances. With no other options, Eugene turned to a loan shark, betting on the substantial divorce settlement to cover the costs once Valerie and I officially split.

Everett had explained to Valerie what Shane had explained to us, and she nodded when Everett had asked if it was okay for us to complete the mating bond that way and Valerie nodded once again - it was odd to see my brother so soft with someone. Valerie’s POV The boys made haste, Everett leaving a trail of kisses on my jawline as he positioned himself at my entrance and my body was on top of Kallens, his member hard against my lower back, my core spilling out onto both boys. Kallen massaged my shoulders, making way down my arms and I was in so much pain yet there was this hunger inside of me to jump on these boys and ride them all night long.

I grabbed my bag and started climbing. The more I climbed, the colder the air got, and my breath came out in white clouds. Snow covered the ground up here even though it was spring everywhere else. Guards appeared before I reached the gate. Three huge wolves in human form blocked my path. "Private territory," the biggest one said. "Turn around." "I'm Valentina Moonfang Winterfell. Luna of the Winterfell Pack. I am here to see my father-in-law, Hunter Knox Winterfell." They looked at each other.

“That’s ridiculous.” "It's not,” I say. “I am Valerie Manchester. I was married to Sebastian Vairmont, Alpha of Bloodcrest. I shifted for the first time right after my delivery in this pack.” “Valerie,” she gasps. “How on earth do you look so different?" “This is Mireya’s doing.”

I growled, “she stays clean. She never smells the blood. She never hears the screams. She stays in that bed, in our shirts, marked and fucked and happy, while we handle the sewer.” Valentino’s hand rose, fingers curling around the back of my neck—firm, grounding. “She stays ours,” he agreed, thumb brushing my pulse. “Forever. Paradise for her. Hell for them. But we end this. No ghosts left breathing.” I held his gaze. Then nodded once. “Tell Dante to send everything. Tonight.” Valentino’s grip tightened for a second—reassurance, promise—before he let go. “Already done.” He closed the laptop with a soft click that felt louder than a gunshot.

The lie would start falling apart. So I walked to the café three blocks from campus. It wasn’t a pack place, just a cozy little fusion café with warm lights, polished wooden tables, and the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted. They served everyone there — shifters and vampires. I knew Valentine's day was a big deal especially among shifters, but I didn't expect this small non-pack café was packed too. Almost every table full — mostly shifter couples sharing plates, splitting desserts, laughing at each other's phones. Heart-shaped paper cutouts taped to the windows. A playlist of slow songs I didn't recognize playing through the ceiling speakers.

She was starting to think if she can really do this, if she can really watch everyone being drugged as she escaped with Haunter and what if Martin really comes to look for them. "Valerie" she heard Haunter's voice and she turned back to see Haunter waiting for her. "Come on" he ushered her to come to him by using his fingers. Valerie went to him and he pulled her for a hug immediately. "We are finally doing it! We are finally running away from everything" he happily cupped her cheeks. Valerie still looked unsure.

“I used to spend a lot of time at my best friend’s house, whose father was a mechanic. I enjoyed passing spanners and wiping oil, I guess. We were kids back then.” “And this friend - will I get to meet her?” “Him. And no, you won’t.” A male friend, huh? I couldn’t help but feel slightly envious that Valerie spent her childhood in the backyard of another boy. “Why not? Is he an ex or something?” “No. He was the Alpha of the Shadow Hunters pack.” “Was?” “He died.” “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” I felt like an asshole. I reached out and placed my hand on her thigh.

I didn't get far, however, as before I reached where they were, a large shadow fell over me almost blocking my view of Clyde and Erica. I step backwards trying not to collide with him. I was surprised I didn't see him but he had moved stealthily. He was an extremely tall blonde-haired man in a black suit that hugged his rugged physique. He has the same eye-color, the same shape of nose, lips and face as Vald. If I didn’t know better, I would have mistaken him as Vlad but no. As soon as his upper red lips arched, I knew who I was facing, its Valentine, Vlad’s second brother and an Elder. Unlike Clyde, he was very vocal in expressing how he hated and despised me and almost made my life hell wh

Yhannie somehow is attracted to this motherfucking asshole, and I don’t understand why or much less how. Everyone knows that Valentine is a heartless player. Yhannie and Valentine had some flirtatious time during the remaining minutes. I couldn’t bring out my annoyed and irritated sentiments, and I’m just so done inside, but I just kept my mouth shut tight as they flirted to each other.