Skullgirls Valentine Fanart Novels & Stories

“But you’ve been a bad girl. Only good girls get to decide.” He thrusts down my throat in one go, all the way to the base. My nails scratched his thighs trying desperately to get out of this position and breathe. “I love”thrust “seeing you” thrust “in this position.” Thrust. “Seeing the” thrust “proud Kayla” thrust “who thinks everyone” thrust “is beneath” thrust “her feet” thrust “on her knees taking me in like a good girl.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth fully. My lips were swollen and my eyes were watery.

“This one? Worship me.” A third emerged: deep crimson velvet with sharp shoulders, no embroidery, high neckline to hide my wounds and bruises and a back cut so low it was practically a challenge. “This one,” she whispered, almost reverently, “says touch me and burn.” I smiled slowly. “Perfect,” I said. “Let’s make them kneel.” I chose “Touch me and burn.” Let’s be real—it was his turn to feel it. Gwendolyn clapped her hands. “So, Valentina… tell me your preferences for makeup and hair?”

ISABELLA Don’t cry, Isa. Not in front of her. Not in front of him. You’ve already given them too much. Their lips finally parted, the kiss broken with a soft, slick sound that made bile rise in my throat. Valentina turned to me slowly, eyes gleaming like polished obsidian, a smirk painted on her crimson lips like war paint. She looked like sin. And she knew it. That smug curl of her mouth it wasn’t just confidence. It was cruelty.

“Demika, hurry!” Demika doesn’t hesitate. She slams her hands down on Valentine’s chest, her magic surging through her fingertips as she pours every ounce of her power into the spell. Valentine lets out a bloodcurdling scream, his body convulsing as the creature inside him writhes in agony. Then, with a final, shuddering breath, the darkness bursts from Valentine’s chest like a black cloud of smoke, dissipating into the air with a hiss. For a moment, there’s silence. Valentine lies still, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The creature is gone.

Queen Lati made a portal appear and she entered it without uttering another word to Eyes. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ The sun had almost gone to sleep when Vala heard a knock on her door. She was in the kitchen preparing dinner for her and Winter. After she marked him in the bathroom, her bite mark and pains started fading away, by the time she heard the voices of her schoolmates, the bite mark was gone. Her mate mark which was on her neck wasn't paining her anymore, when she had checked it with her mirror, she saw the drawing of a moon and a Fox large head, the moon was dark while the Fox head was in rainbow color. It looked so beautiful on her.

Skull mocked. I inwardly scoffed. She could reject us, she could laugh in our faces, then never want to see us again! Skull laughed at me. Dude, you are such a girl! Skull, she is human, they don't see things the way we do! Sure, she accepts us as her boyfriend, but there is no telling if she will be so accommodating once she sees that we are not completely human. I don't think that I could survive a rejection. I have been waiting for so long for my mate! This conversation was doing the complete opposite to my anxiety than I had expected! Skull, this isn't helping! I need to calm down.

So I showered, dressed in comfortable maternity clothes—a soft sweater that stretched over my growing bump, leggings that didn't constrict—and padded barefoot to the kitchen, where Isobel greeted me with a piece of paper thrust triumphantly into my hands. "I made you something," she announced, her grey eyes—Ronan's eyes, always Ronan's eyes—fixed on my face with that unnerving intensity. "It's for the Valentine's Day. Anya explained it. You give people things to show you like them." I looked down at the paper. A heart dominated the center, somewhat lopsided and definitely more red crayon than white space. Above it, in wobbly capitals: HAPPY VALENTIMES DADY'S GIRLFREND. Below it, five stick f

One time, when we passed by the building, Victoria told me that she would buy the penthouse for me. Our relationship was just like the abandoned building. It had a dazzling beginning but a pitiful end. Victoria opened the box. She grabbed a fistful of my ashes and tried to mold it into the shape of the bone carving. She had poured her heart and soul into creating that bone carving, turning my femur into the shape of a tree. Unfortunately, ashes weren't bones. They scattered into the air when a gust of wind blew past. Victoria's hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a white dress and a pair of sneakers. Although there were faint wrinkles lining the corners of her eyes, she sti

Valentine chuckled and shook his head and came out of the room. …………………………... The next afternoon, he took her to the art exhibition. All different types of fine arts like painting and drawings, calligraphy, photography, pottery, and sculptures were displayed in a huge hall. Many people came to see the exhibition. Lisa walked into the hall slowly and looked around in a reverie. An attractive smile brightened her face gradually. Her step halted in front of an oil painting portrait of a couple. In that portrait, a man was looking affectionately at a woman with his hands on her waist. The woman was looking up with the same intensity at the man. It looked so real and Lisa couldn’t avert her eyes

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.