Tiffany Valentine Ray Novels & Stories

“You sound like you’re already giving up, and it feels like this is the last time I ever see you.” “It’s better this way. I’m a criminal, Tara.” He stood up and walked away. “Go, and don’t come to visit me again.” “Val!” I quickly rose to my feet and followed him until he reached the door. “Tara, please?” I watched the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Val, we still have time. Don’t go, please?” The door opened from the outside. Valentine walked out. “Just five more minutes, please? I wanna ask how to find Sawyer.”

Tyler said taking Valerie downstairs. "Who?" Valerie asked. "You remember Tesla?" Tyler asked. "That bisexual girl who wanted to date you but also wanted that bastard ex of yours named James," Valerie asked. "Hell yeah," Tyler said. "You invited her?" Valerie asked. "Not exactly, she called me when she saw the news articles about you on TV and asked if she could come to the shower whenever you were doing it, I don't know how she got my number but I invited her," Tyler said. "Without asking me?" Valerie asked.

Early the next morning, Mason stood there with dark circles under his eyes, shoving his phone in front of me. "Shy, look." Riley had opened a brand-new livestream account. Her face was bruised and swollen, but in front of the camera, she cried like a tragic heroine. "Guys, I got beaten up just because I exposed those two disgusting people! They’re not siblings at all. They’re a pair of perverts! "Rich people really have twisted tastes these days. Playing forbidden sibling games on Valentine’s Day. When I found out, they lashed out in anger. Not only did they beat me, but they even got people to ruin my job. Now everyone’s turned against me!"

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

“I know, me too.” “But I also know he wouldn’t want us to.” Valentine tilts his head. “He would say, ‘Quit being dramatic and go live your miserable eternity with your hot vampire prince.’” I huff a laugh. “You think I’m dramatic?” “You are dramatic.” I nudge him with my knee. “Takes one to know one.” He smirks. “You are mine, after all.” I let out a long breath, my fingers tracing absent patterns on the stone beneath me. “Eternity doesn’t feel so endless anymore.”

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

Tiffany opened the envelope. The moment she saw those photos, she screamed as if she had been electrocuted, and the photos fell from her trembling hands and were scattered all over the ground. The several bodyguards who had come with Jebediah and were standing nearby were not surprised to see these photos. ‘Bah! Which one of Jebediah’s subordinates doesn’t know about Tiffany? According to the feedback from Mr. Valentine’s clients, Tiffany was born to please men...’

"I was just thinking." Tiffany walked over and looked at her. "Thinking about what?" Valerie quickly folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, setting it aside before turning her full attention to Tiffany. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you and Landon," she said, reaching out, tugged at her braid. Tiffany's face lit up with innocence, her eyes sparkling. "Can I help with sorting the presents?" she asked eagerly. "Of course," Valerie replied, her heart warming at her eagerness. She looked at Tiffany carefully. This girl had grown so beautiful. River and Ellie needed to make sure they keep a close eye on her. "Let's see what else is in these boxes."

she tried to intervene. Tiffany only laughed harder. “Friends? Hah! You two are nothing but puppets. Mere pawns I can step on and command as I wish,” she sneered. Valerie frowned. She might be a freak behind closed doors—fingering herself while whispering her crush’s name—but she wasn't a pawn. “I worship no one, you b***h,” she spat. Bam! Tiffany’s back slammed into the wall with a scream, loud enough to attract nearby pack members.