Valentine Devotion Novels & Stories

And now, all she wanted was to divorce Ansel. Odessa's heart went numb with pain, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks. She pushed Ansel away and said, "Do you remember when we first got together at 17? I told you I'd leave without hesitation if you ever betrayed me. You promised you never would. It was a matter of principle." When she'd been murdered, her killer had stabbed her 17 times. Each wound was a cruel echo of the blind devotion she'd held at 17. Ansel's gentle mask cracked. His eyes grew cold, glittering with disdain. "Principle?" he scoffed. "Do you really think something we said as kids still matters?

“Tell me, how many nights has she slept beside you, thinking you’re just a cursed soul in need of love? What will she do when she sees what you really are?” I turned fast, slamming him into the wall, though my hand passed halfway through him, half shadow, half flesh. “Stay away from her.” Mordecai’s grin didn’t falter. “You can’t threaten me with the same anger that made me. You forget, Azrael, I am you. The part that slaughtered your blood, the part that smiled while the world burned.” “Not anymore.” He leaned close, his whisper colder than winter. “You can dress it in softer colors, share a bed, pretend the devil deserves love, but you and I know what’s coming. Nine months left, remember?

"But again, I should have understood matters from your point of view. Being heavily pregnant, you try your best to fulfil your duties to me, peanut and your Jobs. And I really appreciate it." "Because of peanut, you have no control over your emotions and I should have understood that. Carrying our child is the best gift you can ever give me and I'll forever be grateful to you." "If you've ever looked sexier or more beautiful, it's right now, You being pregnant with peanut. You're not an ugly whale and I still find you extremely attractive." "You're not Rita and you can never be like her. You're not evil, you're not a freak, you're not heartless, you're not a bitch and neither is any history

‘Great’ Just when I thought Valentine's was looking up for me, the universe decides to fuck me in the face, so much for finding true love.

Tapping his glass against hers, Devon said, "To that point, I want to tell you something." Crooking a questioning eyebrow, Aphrodite remained silent and waited for Devon to continue. "I have something for you, Minnie." Devon paused to take a sip of his drink. "My faith. Not my faith in God, faith in you. I had some reservations about how my feelings for Athena might affect my feelings for you, but spending time with you has allayed most of those." "Most, but not all?" Aphrodite interjected.

He stared coldly into the camera and said, "Sophie, I spent five years by your side. And in that time, you've harvested my organs over a hundred times. "You're incredibly cruel. You're not even human. "My original loved you so much, did so much for you—and you threw it all away for some other man. You will never be happy again."

“I shall not mention about Devils to anyone. I shall not tell any human that Mark Scott saved me. I shall not fall in love with a Devil” Lily paused as she read the last term. She lifted her eyes and met Mark’s gaze who was smiling at her. “I did not understand the last term,” Lily stated and looked at Evander. “The meaning is simple. You cannot love a Devil,” Evander stated with a blank expression. “I cannot do that. I am not signing it. I am already in love with a… Devil,” Lily sternly asserted and stood up the chair. Mark closed his eyes. Lucian looked at Lily with an amusement.

“She always looked at me like I wasn’t enough and can never be forgiven. Now I’m the one pulling the strings on the position she so much hold dear.” Zara looked at him for a long moment. “Are you sure you’re not still in love with her? It looks like you want her validation so hard.” Ryan’s laugh this time was real, wicked, and bitter. “Love doesn’t make you want to destroy someone, hate does. And do you know the worst type of hate? The one that goes as deep as the love you have for them.”

“And Domenico? If he knows this, will he try to kill me to control the flower?” Deva’s smile vanished. “He’s a Ricchezza. Like those kings, he worships power, thinks he can wield it like a god. Be careful, flower-bearer. You walk among emperors but bow to none. The flower’s power is yours now, but you always have a choice” I finished the injections, returning to Raffaele’s side. “And if I choose wrong? If I use the flower like they did?” Deva stood still, purple sparks flickering around his fingers. His voice turned cold, cutting through the lab’s hum. “Choose wisely what you do with the flower’s power, Valentina...”

Devon saw the jealousy in her eyes and he uttered, "you are special My love. You can't be compared to them" However, after she heard his words, Alice became even more dejected, causing Devon to become speechless. Devon raised her chin up with one of his fingers. "You're the first and only person I've ever loved. That's the reason I'm restraining myself." "Are you saying that you will never do it with me?" "No, My love,Not 'never'. I very much want to make love with you. You don't know how much I want to." "So you're saying… just not in this place? Because you want to focus on everything that is happening?"