Valentine Final Fantasy Novels & Stories

His tongue licks and massages the wound, my skin tingling and sparking in response. “You're mine. Finally, you are mine forever, Vivian,” Valentine whispers, his voice thick with emotion. I tried to respond back, but l couldn't find the words. I have lost the ability to speak. My eyes will not even open. My body is worn out to the max. “I love you, baby,” I hear Valentine whisper, his lips pressed to mine as I let sleep finally take me. I love you too, Valentine, I think to myself as my mind slips into darkness.

Yhannie somehow is attracted to this motherfucking asshole, and I don’t understand why or much less how. Everyone knows that Valentine is a heartless player. Yhannie and Valentine had some flirtatious time during the remaining minutes. I couldn’t bring out my annoyed and irritated sentiments, and I’m just so done inside, but I just kept my mouth shut tight as they flirted to each other.

Valerian added as she held Ely's tiny hand to give her comfort. "I love them too! And I love you Daddy, and I love you Mommy!" she exclaimed all happily, gone was the sadness on her face earlier. "We love you too," Valerian and I said in unison. Valerian looked at me straight into my eyes. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, too, Valerian Fenrir. You devil," I replied with a huge smile on my face. The End.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

Varek’s face did not change, but his hands tightened on the arms of the chair. I played the second clip. Then the third. Finally I started the audio of the phone call. His own voice filled the study—soft, loving, speaking to Selene about their daughter, laughing about how easy it was to fool his wife, describing the videos of Kael and Draven, and promising that my fortune would soon belong to them. When the recording ended the silence in the room felt heavy enough to crush bone.

Alex concluded. "Sir, this is the first time you are playing with a woman's feelings. Hermes loved her since the day he saw Mrs. Anastasia." Alex stopped typing as he heard that. "Do not trouble the woman whom he loved until his last breath. He will never forgive you for that," Stavros firmly said.

After making a complete circle, she stood once more, facing her irate friend, who simply glared at her. “And did you like giving yourself to my boyfriend?” Holly asked. “Oh, and his friend, too, right? You fuck around with Nick. Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t stand Nick? He was a pompous, arrogant asshole, I think you said. And yet, you fucked him?” “Yes, ma’am, I did,” Valerie said. “I fucked him but not Damien.” Holly cocked a brow at her. “You didn’t fuck my boyfriend?” “No, ma’am,” Valerie assured her.

Stan stares at me a little longer than normal and shakes his head. "That's false. Your aura has intensified since the last time I examined it. Now it is no longer mere infatuation; rather complete devotion. Calvin seems more joyous when we discuss our weekly assessments," I like how Stan says this like as if he's talking about the weather. I continue looking at him, perplexed at the thought of being in love. Another part of me is hopeful. I want Stan to be c.orrect. If Calvin is truly in love with me, then maybe we can have a future together.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.