Valentine Devotion Novels & Stories

Not when we’ve just started piecing each other back together. “Tell me it meant something,” I whisper. “Everything we’ve gone through… tell me it wasn’t just survival.” He pulls back slightly, his thumb brushing along my cheek. “It wasn’t survival,” he says. “It was devotion.” The word cuts through me like a blade - sharp, deliberate, undeniable. Devotion. It echoes in my chest, in my bones. Because that’s what this is, isn’t it? This fierce, messy, all-consuming thing between us. Not just love. Not just obsession. But devotion, the kind that burns, that scars, that rebuilds what was broken.

The tension between Eliseo and Althea, who hadn’t seen each other in years, filled the room with uncomfortable silence. Valentine soon entered from the kitchen, limping slightly as she favored the leg she had injured earlier that afternoon when she fell into the flower bed. Plastering on a warm, artificial smile, she greeted Althea. "Althea, you’re back! Please, have a seat. I just asked the housekeeper to prepare dinner—fried fish, your favorite!" In front of Eliseo, Valentine continued playing the role of the devoted, loving stepmother. Sadly, no amount of performance could hide what she truly was—a malicious schemer beneath the surface.

“Give in, you too know it very well. You can’t resist this pull between us. We are fated mates. Give in to the will of God and be mine…” Devon had sex with me until I passed out. Somewhere in his touch, somewhere in his scent, somewhere in the act of him pleasuring himself, I was looking for the gentleness, care, security and love I had felt with Mask. And that search didn’t end until the very end. Devon and I had sex as mates were expected to have. Sometimes good, sometimes empty, and sometimes painful. I realised the difference between loving a person as a whole and loving just the body that belonged to someone.

I have," both Hector and I said simultaneously. The priest nodded and continued. "Very well, let us remember marriage symbolizes love and devotion between two people. We remember that love is patient, kind, doesn't envy, doesn't boast, isn't proud. It is not rude; it isn't self-seeking, keeps no record of wrongs, and is not easily angry. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices. A spirit always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. It is my understanding that Luna and Alpha have written their vows. "Alpha Hector, if you will," The priest paused and handed the microphone to him.

Valentine sat without invitation. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “Valentine.” “Last name?” “None.” Another pause. The woman crossed her arms. “What can you do?” Valentine leaned back. “I can vanish. I can listen. I can make people underestimate me and regret it later. I don’t drink on jobs. I don’t talk when I’m paid to stay quiet.” “And when you’re not paid?” “I still don’t talk,” Valentine said. “I just remember.”

Valerie seemed like a ray of light that could warm the world. Valerie and Marvin had an agreement that before she fell in love with him, Marvin could not have physical contact with her. But since Valerie only loved Josse, how could she possibly see Marvin’s silent dedication? All the tragedies were really cliche. Marvin forced himself on Valerie, and even if they were husband and wife, Valerie left in despair and decided to divorce him. After returning to Country M, Valerie found out that she was pregnant with Marvin’s child. At that time, Valerie wanted to abort that child, but because of her beliefs and soft heart, she could not bear terminating her pregnancy and decided to go through with

"What, feeling touched again?" Valerie nodded quickly. "Darling, Dad and Amelia treat me so well. Even you spoil me so much, hu …" She was so touched she cried. Kieran chuckled, "Oh, sweetheart. You're such a crybaby." He wiped her tears away. He said, "It's because you deserve all our love." Valerie didn't understand what made her so special, but she felt like she had hit the jackpot. She vowed to visit a holy place and pray to the Gods for their kindness.

She squeezed her face. "How does it concerns me!?" "I only heard that she's Lucifer's property!" Vixen muttered. "Property!!!" ★ LUCIFER'S SUITE* Tatiana walked into the suite slowly, she had a tray in her hands but it was shaky as she entered the devil's suite. She couldn't really process what had happened to her life. She did it herself, now the devil is gonna ruin her more. The room was kinda dark as he had turned off the light already!

Devan did not respond immediately. Leaning back in his chair, he continued to study Valeria with a judgmental gaze before finally speaking in a firm tone. "Good. Because I will never divorce Alexa, no matter what happens," Devan stated, making his unquestionable claim over the woman sitting beside him. Alexa, seated between them, could only smile faintly. She felt both amused and touched to see Valeria—who was usually calm and outspoken—looking so flustered and completely at a loss under Devan's intimidating presence.

"I don't want them." A teacher walking past slowed her steps. "Oh," she said with a smile. "Mr. Grimhollow, that's so thoughtful." Asher chuckled lightly and turned to the teacher. "I've been trying to convince Teresa that divorce doesn't mean we can't be kind to each other." The teacher chuckled. "I wish more parents thought like that." Teresa felt every pair of eyes drift toward her. She knew this game. If she refused the flowers, she'd look bitter.