Valentine Car Novels & Stories

My hair is pulled up in a sleek ponytail with no hair out of place. I walk past the row of sports cars, jeeps, and chatting people on campus, trying my best not to meet their eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zack Carter in his sleek black convertible sports car. His car hood is down, and the inside of the car is clearly visible. His girlfriend, Brook Valentine, sits beside him. She has blonde, bright, bouncy hair and a tall figure. From the looks of it, she's chatting away on her phone.

I speak while I respond to the text with my location. “After all,” says Valentina, “no one buys a car for a hundred and fifty thousand euros if they don't love the person, they are giving it to.” I choke on Valentina's comment, and the two bitches laugh at me. Fuck, how much is that in dollars?

Her voice sounded forced as she replied, “It’s okay. Seeing as you guys aren’t that close, there’s no reason for him to help us out all the time.” Summer’s heart broke a little after hearing her friend’s words. “Stay here, okay. I’ll go get you some coffee,” she told Nancy. She decided when both Mark and she are home; she would discuss the matter with him seriously. Nodding to Summer, Nancy watched her leave. She looked around half-heartedly, and suddenly, she spotted a fancy black limousine. She was stunned. ‘VAL 1—That’s Mr. Valentine’s car plate number, isn’t it?’ Nancy thought.

Trust Valentine to have a limo on stand by I thought to myself as I heard the driver get in the front. I gave them Adrian's address as his place was about 20 minutes past the gallery and would give us plenty of time. Once we were on the road Valentine put the privacy screen up and turned on some music before pulling me into his lap again and fastening his mouth to mine. I could feel his rock hard cock under me and wiggled against him untl he moaned and pulled back.

I am not a nosey person, but something is telling me to have a peep. A bright red car is parked across our school gate. People are whispering questions and admirations for the car and the owner of it as he seems to be well off. “A sugar daddy, perhaps?” I heard someone say. “He doesn’t look that old to be a sugar daddy. Maybe a hooker’s client.” They giggled. The car owner waved at me from inside his car. “Leilah!” Colby’s grin sent squeals from the girls watching him. At the moment, I really want to bury my face underground.

I looked at him again, “Because we need to talk.” Chade did not take my caution seriously. “Oh please!” He laughed. “You really think…that I-” Before he could finish his sentence, Valene had severed the carotid artery of two of his men with a small curved blade that she almost always carried with her. Before the men could buckle behind the surprise she had pierced both their hearts, killing them instantly. Immediately, after, Chade and the others began to swarm us. “Toran get everyone out of here safely. Valene included.” I added. She had already proven my point. I didn’t want her to deal any further with the matter.

She has to wait that long. An hour went by, and I found myself about to get inside Valentine’s car. This is the very same car that we used to hang out back in high school. The smell of the car was still the same as before. I guess he hasn’t changed his cologne. As I was getting in, all the memories that we had here floated just like pixie dust that enveloped me with their magic. The happy ones. The sad ones. And of course, the horny ones. This car was once our lodging when we just want to kiss, cuddle and have some private fun together. To be honest, it was kind of hard blowing Valentine’s horn in this cramped space, but it was oddly hot at the very same time. The amount of discomfort that w

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.

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

"Next, it's time to clean up what's left of the Valentino family." I didn't take it. I only watched as Renato was shoved into the car. The taillights grew smaller and smaller— Until they disappeared into the night.