Valentine Monster High Novels & Stories

"I'm almost done anyway. You all heading out for dinner?" "Sly, Mira, and I are wining and dining potential investors. Wish us luck. Tina and Cielo have a movie night planned," he says, and I'm not sure what to take from his tone. I turn to Valentina, who is sixteen now. Sweet kid. She's pretty in a quiet, bookish way. She doesn't wear much makeup or the kind of clothes a lot of girls her age wear. My mom adores her, and she adores Mom.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Busted. I stared at my phone, suddenly wondering if I had gone too far. He looked… annoyed. Just as I hesitated, a new message popped up from Liam. It was a sticker—a cartoon puppy in a yellow hat, eagerly nodding over a water bowl, and above its head were two bold words: "Mm-hmm!" I froze. A bold thought suddenly struck me— was Liam seriously searching for a cute sticker to send me just now? The very next message confirmed my suspicion.

Call me high for being like this "Valentine , I like that you stare at me but it's getting creepy if you do that all day long" He said and I hissed. I cut my waffle and eat it while getting annoy "So what do you want for your birthday?" He asked and I looked up to him "Something from you" I answered "I can give a makeout session if you want" He smirked and I glared at him "Go kiss the wall" "You didn't say that earlier" He teased

Noa clung to it like it was the only real thing left. “You once told me monsters can love too,” Noa whispered. “But you didn’t say what happens when the people you love are the monsters.” Alessio didn’t answer. He just let his hand trail down Noa’s spine, a gentle possessive stroke. “We become the ones worth loving anyway.”

21 months ago. Third Person After taking a cold shower, Valentine steps out of the bathroom. Walking into the closet he stared at his figure in the mirror. A slight subtle covered his jaw giving him an intense look. It suited him though, making him seem more dangerous. Dark wet hairs pressed against his forehead reaching his equally dark orbs, telling he needs a new cut. His body has turned huge due to regular training and work out at the gym. Nothing has changed in years. He is still the same monster who finds sick pleasure in screams of victims. His eyes tried to find any weakness in deep pools staring back and moved away satisfied. Not a single ounce of humanity shined in them. It was as

"I felt the Moon trying to tell me you were mine. It sickens me." He lifted me higher, his arm straight, hoisting me into the air by my neck. I couldn't breathe. Black spots started to dance in my vision. The crowd was cheering now, calling for my head. My own pack members were spitting at my feet. "I’d rather burn my kingdom to the ground than be mated to a child-killer," Kaelen growled, his face inches from mine. His eyes were pure animal rage. "You want to be a monster? I'll treat you like one."

This action seemed familiar and gave him a very disgusting déjà vu. Caelum looked up at her, she was already bending in front of him in a way that her boobs were just inches away from his touch. But there, there, Angela had made a terrible mistake. Caelum let go of the coffee mug that fell straight at her heels. She screeched. Those heels looked expensive, probably gifted by one of the many men she slept with. Not to mention the hot coffee being spilled on her bare feet. He looked her dead in the eyes, pure hatred and disgust shone on his face. Angela was more than terrified, her face had gone pale.

Kara POV. I freeze, my legs momentarily refusing to work . My breath hitches and my jaws clamp together. I don't turn back. I know that familiar voice all too well to try to confirm the monster standing behind me. " What? You don't want to see your beloved anymore?" Valentine asks, his voice filled with unconcealed mockery. My hands clench around the shopping bag in my arms. Slowly, I turn around and mask the fear gripping every living nerve of my body. I regard him with a forced glare.

THBM EP 165 ~DOMINIC~ The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.