Skullgirls Valentine Fanart Novels & Stories

I witnessed them pounce on Valentine and sink their fangs into her like she was another of their meal. My neck stung and I felt warm blood trickle down my amice. I reached behind my all and retrieved the old rag doll. My life force was slipping away, Valentine was leaving this world. Prepared to end her misery and save me, I gave her the last instruction then snapped the doll in two. Her scream engulfed the woods and silencing the bedeviling nocturnals. It hurt to watch Val fall but my little girl never failed. The savages thought they were victors but at what cost. Crimson trickled down the black one's fur as realization hit them. Sad, sad truth. Little midnight was hit. Valentine hit hard,

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

The reason Amanda was jealous of her was because after the last show, Valerie, an international fashion celebrity, had personally found Skylar at backstage and chatted about her work. Amanda, who was also at the spot, was ignored. Although Amanda wanted to cut in a few times, she was snubbed by Valerie totally. Skylar sat on the dressing table. The makeup artist and hairdresser all surrounded her and began their work. Skylar warned Raelynn and Rose to take care of the models who were already waiting for the show. Don't make any mistakes again, because fifteen minutes later, it was their show time. At this moment, in the library on the top floor of the art gallery, a handsome boy was flipping

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

Her teeth hanging on. "Fuck...Sam..." I grab her head and her ass and continue to slam it all out. She retracts her teeth and licks off my blood. I slow down and pull her head back. She looks like she's about to pass out. We're sweating, panting and completely spent. "I fucking love you." I look into her eyes. She smiles. "I love you too." She whispers. "My mate. My beautiful artist." I smile. "My strong Alpha. My mate forever." She smiles back.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

Rolling my eyes, I watched the whole scene, the giggles of the cheerleaders grew louder as they witnessed the extraordinary. Well, as they would always call it. Like a mix of swirling different colors of broken crayons---there were gaping mouths, annoying smirks, and stares full of lust with curses along their mouths. So who was the target of this ridiculous disorder? Yes, the most popular girl in our school--- the head cheerleader. The girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. And girls also wanted her. In bed, actually, if you know what I mean. Her name is Arisa Gail Valentine.

So much so that I had to force myself down and focus on the sketching. I picked up the charcoal stick for sketching and worked on the sketch. Black lines in curves and waves traced on the canvas as the Sun rose higher. Valeria’s alabaster skin began to glow when the sun rays fell over her, her body shifting ever so lightly, a small sigh leaving her lips. I tried not to stare at those lips for too long and sketched her dainty face, skipping her eyes until I finished drawing everything. Her hair fell in waves and traced the soft tendril down to her round breast.

“You’re fucking insufferable.” “Then stop wasting my time.” A pause, then a dragged out hiss. “You think I like doing this? You think I enjoy dragging half the fucking pack in here for you to reject like some spoiled prince?” Another girl, another flick of my finger. “Next.” “Say next one more time and I swear—” Finger flick again. “Next.” Valerie stares at me, her head tilted, face beet-red. “Are you fucking serious, Valen?” she screams. “That one was a catch. Did you even look at her hips? What the hell is your problem?”

The Nexum——the ritual union of the fated mates under the blood moon. The nocturnal cast an enflamed glow through the cave enough for me to see the woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was like a curtain sheathing the night while her whole form spoke elegance. Against shadows and light, Val's presence trembled my existence and I could feel her lascivious passion towards me as she lifted her hand on my face, touching my skin lightly. Her eyes shone like a pair of Aquarius gemstones, decreasing my tenacity from her dominance. Those gaze of desire was determined to own me and I certainly wanted to be possessed as long as it was her. I couldn't deny this bond between us anymore, for it was