Skullgirls Valentine Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

We talked on the phone until 3 "You're sleepy?" "Yeah" He kissed my forehead and I opened my eyes "Should I pour you cold water?" My eyes widen and I smacked his arm "If you dare prank me again , I'm not talking to you or you won't get my kiss for one month full" I said coldly "Hey! That's cruel Valentine , I can't survive without your kisses that long" "If you dare prank me.. I'll kill you" "Are you guys dating?" I turned to my classmate Vella , she eyes me and Joey suspiciously

It took me every morsel of self control left in me to untangle myself from the steamy passion. She wiped off the smear of lip gloss from the corner of my mouth and reapplied it on her lips seductively. Dang it! If I don't walk away from this hot beauty, I swear I will spill. I blew a kiss at her and disappeared into the hallway to get the candles. Sandra's Pov

“We’ll fill them with drawings and write down all the things we love about her. And then, we’ll pick some flowers from the garden to go with them.” Jared and Lorenzo grinned, liking the idea. “That’s perfect!” Jared exclaimed. The trio quickly got to work, gathering coloured pencils, paper, and scissors from around the house. Valentina distributed the materials, and they each began crafting their own unique card for Skylar. As they worked, Lorenzo asked, “What should we write on the cards?” Valentina thought for a moment before responding, “Write about the things that make her special to you. It could be her kindness, her laughter, or even the way she makes your favourite meals.”

Between laughs, the shadow spoke. "Good morning, cat." His face came into view and I screamed in terror. It was Valentine's face, but it was distorted with blood and burns. It ran down his face in fountains of red and stuck to the burns like glue. Blisters filled with puss started to emerge from underneath the blood. The blisters started popping, sending blood and puss flying my way.

Like most creatures on Eldora, a young girl, Valerie Carson, watched within the darkness of her dungeon. Her skin prickled with anger, a common effect on nights of the full moon. She felt her wolf growl with a desperate urge to be set free. To howl at the moon and to run with her pack, her brethren. Never has she allowed it, not only because she couldn't, but because if presented with the choice, she wouldn't. Not here. Not in this dungeon. Her striking white, almost silver, hair was damp from the rain. It floods through the small window that was too high up for her little body to reach. She flinched every time the thunder booms, and lightning cracks open the heavens.

Valentine laughs out loud heartily at that, “Nothing more than he deserves, I’m sure.” “Marvel wanted Stephanie to have a sleepover with them too” I informed him with a chortle. “Eww’ Valentine grimaces. “Eww?” I looked at him in confusion, “Why Eww? She’s gorgeous.” Even though I’m saying this, I’m smiling on the inside, knowing that Valentine has zero interest in other women. He seems to only have eyes for me. “She’s a stick figure” he says in disgust. “Um, she’s got a thin waist, but she actually has very distinct curves. I would love to have her body.”

“Let’s hear her out.” Valerie’s lips curved, slow and dangerous. “Gladly.” She slid a tablet across the table, her concept sketches illuminating the surface, bold silhouettes, architectural lines, fabrics engineered to move like rebellion. It was art with teeth. Fashion that didn’t ask permission. Sebastian glanced down once, then laughed, not cruel, but devastating. “This,” he said coolly, “is beautiful.” Valerie stiffened. Compliments from Sebastian Hart were never free.

Valentina. She was perched on the top rail, legs crossed, crimson top clinging to her like a second skin. Hair perfect, lips painted, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. Her friends flanked her—Sienna cheering like this was a show, Talia scrolling her phone but glancing up every few seconds, Mira just… watching. Always watching. Valentina caught my eye and blew a kiss. I gave her a half-smile. The kind she liked. The kind that said later.

The Hollow King’s essence coiled around her like smoke, whispering commands only she could hear. Do they still love you? She didn’t respond. Do they mourn you? She clenched her fists. He is not yours, the Hollow King rasped. He chose the girl. Valeria opened her ruined hand. A black flame flickered in her palm. “I will rip the love from his soul if I have to.” Before her, a new creature knelt—a soldier once human, now skinless, mouth stitched, eyes gouged out. His chest bore the sigil of the cult burned into raw flesh.

I look at his brown eyes with a pitiful expression as I empathize with him. "Yeah, I am. Today is the anniversary. I will carry it to the cemetery as a gift for her where she rests." He takes his book out of his bag and shows me the drawing. It was just stunning. She looks like a deity with her light brown eyes, long wavy hair, long, thick eyelashes, and beautiful brown melanin skin. In the bottom right corner of the drawing, I found the message "To my love Valentina, forever and always," along with a red rose. She has always had a soft spot for roses.