The Golden Slipper Valia Lind Novels & Stories

I said and swallowed. “My name is Valeria Morwen ," I said and the people applauded me. “My father is one of the elders in the castle. He is also working at the council.” I said and continued. “But tonight is not about my father. It's all about me.” “I am Valeria and I will be your future Luna,” I said and the people cheered in delight. “You are so beautiful!” “We love you!” “You have such a nice voice” “Can we see you later?” “I would love to dance with you.”

Lira “You’re just a desperate slut. What made you think you can be my Luna? Have you checked yourself?!” It felt as if the world had paused for me. My breath seized in my chest, and for a moment I ceased to be sure whether I was still standing or not. My ears rang, while my knees wobbled. I glanced up — towards him — and then I wish I hadn’t.

I nodded avoiding her eye contact, I can’t smile like a fish in front of Zoey or she will tease me. “Well I can see that the treasure you captured is a fake”.Zoey continued her role play. “We can manage him right?” Valerie replied, playing along. “You two are crazy,the only reason the target was captured and a treasure like me taken was because the spy is beautiful enough to capture my heart first”. “Well I know that’s why I sent her”. Zoey said confidently while Valerie blushed like a little girl. “Oh really I see you are very confident, little miss Mafia heiress”.

We continued our journey and after a while, we got to the village of the East pack. The pack members we met were nice and accommodating. Lily and Omega offered us shelter and Sigil and I settled in. She looked no older than twenty-five years old and she stayed alone in her cabin. Evening came and It was time for dinner and Lily offered us food. "Thank you so much for your hospitality Lily, I'm most grateful," "It's a pleasure to have you here Princess Valeria, so don't mention it." When we were done with dinner I helped clear up the dishes and went back to the room. I brought out the scrolls Harrison gave me. How can I touch

But from the looks of things, it doesn't seem like she's still in danger. ๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑๑˙❥˙๑ END OF FLASHBACK VALERIE'S POV "What?? So my wedding ring has a tracker??" I asked in shock. "That's kinda beside the point though" Stephano replied sheepishly.

It was obvious that she was showing her power. From the direction of the kitchen, Liana came followed by another maid carrying a tray of light snacks and placed it on the table, then left as soon as she finished placing the dishes on the table. "Your Highness, Princess. Please enjoy the simple dishes that I can serve. Excuse me." Meanwhile, from inside, Valencia had just come down wearing a long blood-red dress. Her steps were graceful, like a famous model, not forgetting the smile on her lips. Valencia walked towards the sofa and sat in front of Avrora gracefully.

Valerie shrieked with surprise and delight, laughing and struggling to free herself from my grasp. “I told you I was going to get back at you” I said when she came up for some air. Her dress clung to her body highlighting the contours of her figure, the water made her hair slick against her skin and scalp giving her a new look entirely, it didn't matter what Valerie wore or what state she was in, she was beautiful and would always be beautiful.

“Pathetic. Cock-hungry. Cheating whore. You think you can slap me and walk away?” Slap. “You’re mine now.” Slap. “This cunt belongs to me.” Slap. “Say it!” I stood my ground, feigning a resolve that had broken ages ago. He didn't take it lightly. He slapped again, then again, then again. “I gave you an instruction, Valia. Say it!” My voice broke. “This… cunt belong to—” Three thick fingers slammed back inside me, pumping brutal and deep while his thumb ground my clit mercilessly.

Before he could lose his grip entirely and claim her right there on the kitchen floor, Fiona walked past them with a basket of root vegetables, clearing her throat loudly with a wicked, teasing grin. Kiarra offered Valarian one last, lingering look—her gold flecks burning bright with a quiet promise—before she smoothly pulled her hand back and stepped away to tend to the hearth fire, leaving the massive warlord kneeling alone by the honey crate. Valarian slowly rose to his full height, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum. He stared down at his hand, still feeling the phantom warmth of her palm against his skin. A slow, dangerous, and incredibly breathless smile finally broke

Maybe the Valescas are indeed royalty. She takes me into the garden, where the chilly breeze hits me, and the scent of flowers wafts through the air around me. I wrap my arms around myself to get a bit of warmth. I should have taken the shawl when Arianna insisted. "What is your name?" "Liora Wilder, madam." "That's a beautiful name, Liora. And who did you come here with? Don't tell me it's Marek, because that man will never have a bride."