Tiffany Valentine Ray Novels & Stories

I stopped right in front of Val, my height towering over him until he had to look up at me. "I don't care about your revenue, Valentine," I hissed, my jaw set so tight it ached. "I told you before. Raine is exclusive. You don't put his name on a schedule, you don't bring him down to the basement, and you don't use him to grease the wheels with your clients." "He's just a dancer!" Val spat back, his voice rising as he tried to defend his position in front of the crowd. "He works for the house! You can't just keep him in your room like a prize while the rest of us are trying to fix the mess Marco left behind!"

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.

╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Reveal the truth for the question: "Has another's pain, ever given you joy? Be totally honest." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ Oh, what a... damn.

Yeah I know that and I am not a food monger" I yelled back at him. Most of the time we talked, we are always yelling at each other. But then I was wondering why Ray my wolf has suddenly become concerned about Valerie. He had always yell in my head saying that Valerie is worthless, so why the pity from him now. I hope he is not it is not wanted I am thinking. Ray shouldn't tell me he likes Valerie now because I know he will never do he is just interested in having some pleasure with her.

Traven replied, snaking Lena's waist. “It doesn't matter……” “Oh my sweet matee!!”. Lena exclaimed as she ran to Raymond who was watching her from afar. It dawned on me, Tara is nothing but a sex slave!. She'll have to live with it till she dies. “That's so sad”. My wolf commented, crawling to the back of my mind slowly. He had been extremely quiet after the disappearance of Valerie. Though,he kept on telling me that she's safe else I would have felt the pain with her.

"My mom died when I was sixteen. My dad worked two jobs to keep us afloat. I couldn't waste time on dreams. I needed a real career." "That's sad." "That's life." We walked in silence for a bit. Then Everett said, "What's your most embarrassing moment?" I laughed. "Why do you want to know that?" "Because I want to know you. The real you. Not the version you show at work." "Okay. Eighth grade at my school talent show, I sang 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston." I covered my face. "I was so confident and I thought I sounded amazing. It turns out I was completely tone deaf and yet people still bring it up at reunions."

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

It's difficult to read him "Be careful with the bag, please". I blurted when I saw him carry it like he has a problem with it. "Can you be kind enough to help me out, I am trying here!". He fired back at me. I rolled my eyes and hesitated for a while before dragging myself to get the rest of our stuff. I am a 23 years old woman but I still act like a teenager, sometimes; overly dramatic especially when things don't go my way. Xanvier, on the other hand is 24. A top-notch interior designer with many awards.

Valerie gushed back, letting a shy smile cross her features. "Tango is just a hobby of mine from high school nothing special. I only performed to return a favor" she added and took a sip of her champagne, letting the women digest the information like a pack of hungry wolves while her eyes flirted to the exit again. But this time he had completely turned his back on her, forcing his face out of her sight. Holding back a scoff she placed her glass down, 'Oh Hudson... scaredy little cat,' she sang amusingly in her mind before focusing her attention back on the women.

“You sound restless.” “I am,” she admitted. “I don’t get it… I’ve done everything. Ray still won’t look at me the way he looks at her. She’s nothing, just some college girl forced into his life. Why does she get to have him?” There was a pause on the line, then a low chuckle. “Relax. Ray will come to you soon enough. He'll have no other choice “. Valerie scoffed. “Don’t mock me, Killian. I’m not a fool.”