Valentine Peep Novels & Stories

This is confirmed when I only see one car in the driveway. Valentine looks at me, then nods his head before going around the left of the cottage while I take the right. We’ve done this many times before and have spotted something the other hasn't. Since we have incredible eyesight and the ability to see in the dark, covert operations are not a problem, especially since this one appears to be sensitive. We meet up in the back, both of us shaking our heads to say that we saw nothing when we hear something similar to water slowly dropping on a carpeted floor inside the cottage. But by the way Valentine’s eyes flash crimson and he walks ahead, I know that it is definitely not water.

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

I wanted Valentine to see the shadow of the man he’d tried to cross. Valentine looked up first. A small, knowing smile played on his lips. He didn't look surprised. He looked like he’d been waiting for the show to begin.

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.

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.

Apparently tonight isn’t one of those rare times when he knows to shut the fuck up. “How do you know that?” I look up from the menu and see Mason holding his phone. “Are you internet-stalking her?” “Doing a quick G****e search isn’t stalking, plus she posted this on Valentine’s Day.” He shows me a photo of Chloe dressed like an elf, posing with a gray horse. She looks like something right out of a fantasy movie, ethereal and incredibly sexy without showing a lot of skin. The caption on the photo reads, “The only man I need! The best part is he let me pick out my own V-Day gift. ;-)”

I knelt in front of it, my hands shaking as I pulled it open. A pink box fell out. Its contents spilled all over the carpets. My blood curdled. Toys. A variety of them. The tears rushed nonstop down my face. My mouth hung open as I tried to breath, yet it felt like the oxygen wouldn’t enter my lungs. I spotted the small purple vibrator. The memories came. How many times she used it on me, her voice goading me, taunting me. 'That was quick. Ah, you’ve never used one of these before. How is it? Do you think he’ll let you use one?'

Valentine began shivering as Arnulfo pulled her wet panties below her navel and taking one deep breath in, pushed through the juices, her wet panties opened for him her vagina. For a moment, he just smiled and looked at her pretty face, followed by her busty boobs. He then fingered her, slowly at first speeding up and wiggling his finger on the edge of her G spot. Valentine grabbed the blue bed sheets and whimpered. "Yes! Arnulfo! I love this! I love you!" she screamed. He pushed forward to kiss her lips once more. He pulled out his finger, rubbed the white female cum on her belly, and rubbed some on her forehead before kissing it.

Hence when she saw Wendy pulling Zander out, she excused herself from her table and friends, and followed Wendy and Zander. She witnessed everything and was dazed to hear what she heard. "You. Are you spying on us?" Zander walked up till her. "Tell me, are you spying on us?" He grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her face nearer to his. Valentine wriggled in his arms and hissed in pain since his fingers held her awfully tight, "Leave my hand, Zander." Fear engulfed her voice. "When will you learn some decency, Valentine Pereira. Your father never taught you manners, I suppose. You would not be spying on us like that otherwise." He angrily said.

Lina reclined on the delivery bed, her eyes filled with triumph. The old Don of the Valentino Family gripped his cane, smiling wider than ever before. His voice rang out louder than usual. "The Valentino family has an heir! I hereby declare that he will become the successor of our family!" He pointed proudly at the newborn. Everyone cheered, celebrating with delight, yet not a single person mentioned me. Watching it all, I dug my nails into my palm. Then suddenly, Renato's assistant rushed in, panting. "Don… Madre… she's still in the storage room, waiting to give birth."