Tyler Valentine Novels & Stories

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

He asked. "You should ignore it" a familiar voice sounded which made Martin and Evander roll their eyes. It was Tyler again, all he did was always come in to bug them when they were having a plan. "I'm serious guys, it's rare seeing Valerie reach out to you so why don't you take this moment, maybe her feelings for you might grow a bit" he said completely when he entered the room. Evander crossed his arms angrily, Tyler was so annoying and he loved not to give up especially when it comes into bugging Martin but on the other side he was right, Valerie needs to miss the boss a little then maybe she might realize she feels something little for him.

"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 was persistent, “You are not the bastard who uploaded that video, nor are you the school committee who got her expelled… none of this was within our control and I saw you try so fucking hard to stop her.” “Well, I didn’t try hard enough and it’s too late now!” I yelled, feeling anger and frustration tightening in my chest, and the fact that it was too late for Valentina makes me mad, I didn’t know… I didn’t know what to do. “Ethan calm down.” “You have warned me countless times, you told me to leave her alone, look at what I have done to her.” I yelled clutching my shirt in my hands. “I killed Valentina.”

Not because I cared a shit about her, but Johnny did. It took forever for me to find a good spot that made spaghetti meatballs, and by the time it got sent to the house, Johnny had been so pissed he'd ran upstairs and locked himself up. Taking care of a child was hard. How was I supposed to do it on my own without her? “Johnny, the spaghetti will get cold, open the door right now…” I called from behind his door. Not a word came from him. Not even a sound. I let out a frustrated sigh. The night was not supposed to go like this. It was Valentine's Day for goodness sake. There were no gifts at all. She really left.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

"Are you insane? I finalized my divorce from Damian less than twelve hours ago." "Exactly," Killian said flatly, his dark eyes fixed on her pale face. "Which means you are currently a legal free agent. And you are also completely destitute." The cold truth of his words hit her like a physical blow. Valerie looked down at her hands, her throat tightening. "So you want to buy me? To use me as some kind of trophy to mock the Vance family?"

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

"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.

"Really see her. Not as my daughter, not as Ethan's weird sister, not as a political asset. Just... her." Victor was silent for a long moment, memories of his own mate surfacing unbidden. "And you believe my son sees her that way?" "I believe he's starting to." Ethan Sr. moved to pour himself another measure of whiskey. "Tonight, outside her studio, I heard them talking. He put her Valentine back together. Every piece." The Alpha's eyebrows rose. "A Valentine?" "She gave him one this morning. He tore it up without looking, thought it was a message from my son." The Beta's jaw tightened. "She ran. He spent the rest of the day trying to make it right."