Sister Valentine Novels & Stories

Go fix her right now! "Otherwise, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my brother!" It had been less than thirty minutes, yet Charlotte already knew. Other than Liam, I couldn't think of anyone else who would have told her. As for this sister of mine–ever since she kicked me in the chest for Liam, I had already given up on her. My voice turned cold. "I should be the one saying I don't have a heartless sister like you." Ignoring the shock on her face, I kicked her out the door.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

Olivia burst out into laughter, “Wow, since when did a shameless bitch like you have the right to educate me… you slept with my fiancée and you are calling me shameless!!! You have some guts, Valentina Hugo.” “He was mine before you dated him,” Valentina said with gritted teeth, her onyx colored eyes was filled with so much hatred. “Was he?” Olivia asked as she raised an eyebrow, “You simply knew him from afar, he was never yours to begin with…you have a stupid hubby of taking what’s mine and that is a shitty behavior.” “And I am damn good at it aren’t I,” Valentina said with a smile. Olivia stared at her sister in amazement. Who knew her half-sibling could be so scheming?

Turns out he was awake and heard everything, grinning like a jerk the whole time. Now my sister flew in from the coast, ditched the resort, just to come here and slap me with the reality of how fucked up I am. "So, what did Valerian the Hottie do after all that 'Valerian, don’t die on me, please? I love you so much. Wake up; I still need you. I'm sorry for everything' blah-blah drama you did? It wasn’t in the video Dad sent me, so start storytelling," she said, running her mouth and mimicking my crying voice.

I said impatiently, maintaining my furrowed eyebrows stare at him. "It happened on the field. She said she caught me cheating? I don't know what kind of friends she's been hooked with lately, but they have been stalking me and giving her terrible advice." He explained. For the situation of things, the distance between us was enough to turn me into a freaking whore but I was too bothered by his emotions that I found it hard to concentrate on my attraction. "Caramel?" I shook my head in pessimism. "I refuse to believe that." My sister had never been that kind of woman. She loved Justine and I thought she never had a reason to doubt it.

“He was my brother, too.” The Queen’s lips part, as if she wants to say something, but I don’t give her the chance. “You don’t get to speak ill of him,” I tell her, my voice quieter now, but no less lethal. “Not now. Not ever.” She studies me for a long moment. Then, with a slow shake of her head, she turns away. “Foolish girl,” she murmurs under her breath. I don’t care. Valentine is still fighting, his fury unrelenting, his grief spilling into every movement.

Valencia smiled and thanked her sister. Valeria didn't leave immediately; she was ogling at her sister's husband. She couldn't wait for her sister to die so that she would become Xavier Taylor's wife. She didn't even care about her unborn niece. Valencia felt uncomfortable in her heart and said to her sister, "Please move aside, my father-in-law is standing behind you." Valeria was so embarrassed that she moved aside. Valencia's father-in-law looked at Valeria strangely, then he approached the couple and said, "Thank you for blessing the Taylor family with their granddaughter, Valencia. My best friend, Mr Martins, gave me this envelope as a gift for baby Taylor."

The door of my closet bursts opens dramatically and instantly a smile graces over my lips knowing full well who the person is. “If it isn’t my most favorite cousin…” Her mellow voice wraps me in its warmth and I turn to face her. Christine Valiente was the sister I’ve always wanted. Thanks to Uncle Derek, I got my wish. She wasn’t just a cousin to me; she was like my own sister who had me wrapped around her tiny fingers ever since the day she was born. She was wearing a pale blue chiffon gown which discreetly hid her growing baby bump well. “Why do I have the feeling that Luke isn’t here with you?” I ask her about her husband and her smile turns apologetic.

As the screen played before Valerie, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white. She ground her jaw, glaring at the scene. Her bitchy sister never changed. After Sienna's betrayal years ago, Valerie had held on to a thin shred of hope that Sienna might change. But she had been wrong. Sienna shattered whatever was left of that hope. Fûck! How could such a vile woman be her sister? Ever since their parents' death, Sienna had been her only relative in London. But now, it seemed Valerie was truly alone.

Though we are basically the same age, I have always felt like my job was to protect and take care of you, and I hope I have never let you down so far. I know it's unusual for a brother to make his sister his valentine, but I had to let you know how I feel about you. Who else do I love so much? Who else is so pretty, so cute, and yes, so sexy? Only you, my love. And I want you to know it. I need you to know how special you are. Not only are you beautiful, you're also lovable, funny, a little sensitive and so caring. I just know that if you got comfortable enough in your own skin, you would have guys lining up to make you their valentine. If they only knew you how I do, they'd be dying to kiss