Valentine Devotion Novels & Stories

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

“I know you are hurting, but it’s time to get back up.” She lifted my upper body. “Jesus Christ, Eve. You are practically skin and bones.” I guess it wasn’t that hard to lift me up then. “You are withering away. I left you alone for almost six months. Since you haven’t snapped out of it, I will make you.” “Why can’t you just go away?” I whispered in desperation. “I’m not going anywhere because I love you,” her voice was firm. I knew my sister well enough to know she wouldn’t go away. “You’re going to take a shower, and I’m taking you for tea and a light lunch.”

"So what if I do? If you've got a problem, divorce me! It's not like you just met me. This is who I am. If you can't take it, then leave!" She was right. I had known her for years, and I always knew what kind of person she was. I was just so used to being her loyal lapdog. Her indifference hurt me, but I thought it was just her cool charm. I even convinced myself that her hot-and-cold attitude was her playing hard to get. Once I stopped being her loyal lapdog, I realized I had been living in a fantasy about her all along. It was my own love that had gilded her in my eyes.

When the barista saw her smile, he praised it by saying, "A smile is the best make up that any girl can wear. But true smile like this only persist till the end." After this he also said that by once again correcting the tea cups, "Best of you both, it’s something you and your Valentine can share and enjoy together" and then went to take other orders. Now William and Nevaeh alone in the table. Nevaeh mumbled in a confused voice, "valentine??" William who felt weird at first now start to taste the teas on front of him one by one by thinking that, "anyway, these two are of little confusing like Abigal. But wasting food is not good especially free ones".

With determination, Valentina made a promise to herself. She will forget her chubby boy. Not for forever but for the time being. She will give all her love, care and affection to Xavier to cure him. She will make sure he is back to his old self. She will make sure he isn't scared of darkness. She will make sure to turn those fake emotions in her eyes into real ones. If she needs to forget her chubby boy, she will do so. Not because she loves Xavier. She still loves her chubby boy. But she has a pious relationship with Xavier. She has taken vows in front of so many people and the priest. How could she go back on her vows and promises? She will carry out her duties as a wife. And the first ste

He kissed her like starving for her. “God never punishes lovers and making love is also a form of love” He murmured, brushing her jaw and she was panting. “Are you going to make love” Her body is tense recalling everything sister Jenny conveyed to all girls when they turn sixteen. It was church rule to advise everyone young girl on her sixteenth birthday That “Never stain your soul for pleasure. It was always rightful belongs to the one person whom you love, and he accepts you as his life partner in presence of God. God always punishes sin and pleasure that come without any relationship and not accepted in presence of God is sin”

Valentine grinned, leaning against the doorframe. "Difficult? No, boss. The word you’re looking for is independent. Little Miss Independent doesn't want anyone’s charity, especially not from the Alpha King." "Go," Conrad said, turning his chair back to the window. "On it," Valentine said with a smile, spinning on his heel. As Valentine left, Conrad looked down at the black card on his desk. He picked it up and held it for a moment, the scent of her still clinging to the plastic.

In one week, Ignazio and I would no longer have anything to do with each other. After that, Ignazio began shuttling between Chiara and me. Afraid that I would be upset, he had truckloads of gifts delivered to me. He sent me the latest jewelry and limited-edition handbags… These were all things I had once loved. Ignazio said, "Carlotta, trust me. We'll be back to how things used to be very soon. I love you." I had lost count of how many times he had kneeled before me, explaining his love and his helplessness.

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

I slid down her body again, settling between her thighs with every intention of devouring her slowly until she couldn’t remember anything except the feel of my mouth on her. Her pussy was still glistening from her last orgasm, flushed and swollen, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. I pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss right above her mound, then looked up the length of her body to meet her eyes. “You’re breathtaking like this,” I murmured, voice rough with genuine reverence. “Spread open for me. Flushed. Wet. Mine to worship.” Valerie’s chest rose and fell quickly, her nipples tight peaks begging for attention. I let my hands glide up her thighs, thumbs stroking the sensitive inner sk