Valentine's Heartbreak Outfits Novels & Stories

Valentine watched as her Raven black hair cascaded down her shoulders a beautiful contrast to her pale skin. She held his gaze as she pulled on the strings of her corseted dress. It loosened and just when it was about to fall of she held it. Making Valentine groan in frustration. “Don’t tease me like that woman.” He let out in frustration. Fay shook her head slowly. "Now what did we say about giving orders in the bedroom?" She asked. Valentine groaned. "Fine. You win." Fay smiled victoriously. She let the dress fall to her feet revealing her unclad body.

She set the cake on the table and hurried off to her room to freshen up. Valerie slipped into a sexy night dress that stopped at her thighs and had a slit on the side. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, allowing two strands to fall on both sides of her face before going back downstairs to complete her setup. Valerie was confident that she looked breathtaking in her dress and makeup. There was no way Carlos could resist her. She hoped he wouldn’t like he had always done.

My own emotional response hovered on the brink when Valerie dramatically emerged from the fitting room in her blush gown, following the sudden door burst. She declared her appearance to be utterly ridiculous. Every one of us pivoted our attention toward her and then immediately we erupted into laughter. She looked stunning, of course. The dress clung to her form in perfect alignment while the soft pink hue transformed her typically sharp features into delicate ones. The entertainment value emerged from her face showing sheer distress. Emily gasped dramatically. You are breathtaking. ” Valerie delivered the line "I hate you" without any emotion. Emily countered you love me. Your end approache

“You answered her call right beside me three days ago. Loudspeaker on. I have an... excellent memory.” She blinks, processing, then a slow, suspicious smile tugs at her lips. There's wariness there, but also intrigue—like she's peeling back our layers and liking the darkness underneath. “Oh. Is that so...” Valentino recovers smoothly, crossing to the massive wardrobe that hides more than just clothes. He rummages for a moment, then pulls out the outfit we curated for her days ago—stalkerish? Maybe. But she's ours to dress, to adorn, to claim. Tiny black booty shorts that will hug her ass like a vice, leaving nothing to the imagination. Sleek knee-high black boots with buckles that jingle lik

I didn’t plan on leaving the condo. The dress was a navy, sleeveless mini dress. It had a deep v in both the front and the back. It flowed from the waist, but it was short. I wore this dress on Valentine’s Day junior year of college. Needless to say, we barely made it back to the apartment before Jonathan ripped the dress off of me. I often wondered why I had kept it after all these years, with each move that I made, but I was never so glad that I did. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and did some light makeup. Jonathan was walking in the door as I had finished up.

Valentine's resolve was gradually melting but it was a little too late. The sudden outburst of emotion threw everyone off balance. As Eric closed the gap between them, his hands reached for the V-cut of the dress. A gasp involuntarily escaped Valentine's lips. He was serious. He was dead serious. She began to panic as she heard the dress rip off her skin. Pain surged through her as he shredded the dress off her body inflicting bruises on her in the process. "Eric...stop! Have you lost your mind?" She yelled as tears stung her eyes but he was beyond caring now. His emotions were all over the place as he continued ripping the dress.

I said "Why is it so hot?" She takes off her coat and her sweater , she's crazy! It's cold and she- wow. She's only wearing a white tank top inside , the hickeys from yesterday still there and her bra is visible. She's really wants to win and I'm on the edge of losing "Valentine it's cold" I said "I'm sweating.. here feel it" She take my hand and make me run my hand on her back , she's definitely a devil

“This isn’t one of the dresses I bought for you. You can’t wear this when you meet your bodyguards.” I glanced down. I wore black tights, a black pleated miniskirt with suspenders, and a yellow cashmere sweater. It wasn’t fancy, but certainly nice enough for a day at home. “I don’t see why I need to dress up for them.” Adrian’s eyes flashed. “Valentina, please don’t test my patience. Not right now. I didn’t marry so I’d have another stubborn child to deal with.”

I smiled, breathing out in relief as I approached them. Their backs were turned to me but I could very well tell it was them. The suit they were wearing was one I bought for them for Valentine's Day. They were matching suits. It was cute but I was never going to admit it to them. They would have my head for even thinking about them as cute instead of manly, hot, or sexy. I breathed out a short laugh. They could be ridiculous sometimes. I marched up to them and tapped Rowan. His hair was slicked back so it was easy to differentiate them even when they had their backs turned to me.

God help her she was a complete idiot wasn’t she? “Hell Gabby I’m such a douche.” “I know.” “I’m sorry.” What defenses did she think of again? Were they even up in the first place? The dull pounding in her heart had better be the early stages of a heart attack. She moved then. Not to him, but away from the door. Seeing him in the flesh like something molded from her deepest desires and darkest fantasies, wearing a tapered black suit that practically worshipped his tall frame, an unbuttoned shirt that brought awareness to his hard chest and broad shoulders making her wonder how many buttons she had to open to see him in all his glory, she’d seen enough of him to compel her to not think. She w