Valentine Devotion Novels & Stories

*** Mike Pov *** " Happy Valentine's Day, my heart. Thank you for being the best human after my mom and my granny. You loved me and still love me with so much passion that sticks with genuineness. I want you to know that, I love you so much, Angel and that's because I can't explain why. Would you be my Val?"

Dear goddess. Kayola stares at Devilio for a long time, as she tries to process the whole situation. She looks into his blazing eyes and she sees something. Concern? Care? Hell to the no! Devilio would never care for her. The fight with Cath only happened because he wants her for himself, so he can use her as his toy or plaything.

She bit softly on her lower lips, then pressed her thighs together, tightly, trying to suppress the ache in-between. Devine's hand remained on her cheeks, as he looked into her eyes. He must have been crazy for kissing her here in her father's bar, but damn the heavens and Hell in addition. He hated to see her cry, the tears that rolled down her cheeks fueled his desire to taste some blood, but the blood was her father’s blood. His hand caressed her cheeks, while his eyes wandered around her face. "You are worthy of everything coming to you, Momma, and Damn the heavens that I can not do anything to your father for causing you this much pain, but you are worth every beautiful thing and I am h

"You have helped many people win cases and saved countless families from falling apart, all without taking a cent. You are so kind. You're the best person in the whole world." Because of Stefan, I finally understood what true devotion was. Love was not about taking and slandering the other when they didn't meet your expectations. It was based on reason and support, where two people had each other's backs to the end of time.

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

I carefully crouch down and open my arms to receive him. "Hey," I say, scooping him into my arms, but my words aren't for him, but for Valerie. She's sitting on a stool, holding a bowl of cereal. "Auntie Thalia," Valerie swallows, her eyes staring to water again. I put Devon down and rush to hug her, She's still a baby herself, and she's seen her mother go through so much already. Despite being his first child, she hasn't been able to enjoy her mother's love to the fullest, not since Serenity started to get sick. "Sweetheart," I coo.

annoyance fills my tone and the blood increasingly gushes from my leg. “It didn't have to be this way, you know. I lo..I loved you with everything I had…and you..you left me!” he shouts. I look at him unfazed but in pain, “you're a fucking child Sanchez. What is this? Revenge? We were thirteen you imbecile, you thought we were going to get married and run off into the sunset holding hands?” I scoff, “pathetic”. “Fuck you Isabella” he walks slowly towards me, “you would never meet anyone who loves you as much as I did, you know why because no one would want to be with a selfish hypocrite like you” he puts the gun on my torso.

I know, with a dreadful sensation, that he wants me because I am the only thing I have. "What are you looking for from me?" I ask, hardly raising my voice above a whisper. A little, icy smile curls Marco's lips. He states simply, "Loyalty." "Total and steadfast devotion." You are mine now and forever. You will follow my instructions without inquiry and at the appropriate time. I get a chill from his words, and I can feel his demand looming over me like a thick shroud. I understand his question. He wants authority over everything, including my life and my choices.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

"We, who were once the queens of the dark, respected and feared in all the realms. He turned us into mere whispers in the trees." The circle pulsed with energy. Hate was their tether. And it ran deep. "But I bring you good news." Venice said, her voice softening with purpose. "The devil is weak now. The once dreaded prince of hell has been weakened because of a mere mortal woman." She laughed softly. "Who could've thought that this day would come, when we'd see the prince of hell, the devil's son, whose ruthlessness runs deeper than that of the devil, himself_who could've thought that one day, he'll be nothing but a tarnished soul."