Valentine Sisters Novels & Stories

It's okay babe, she's my sister, don't hurt her "she begged crying. I watched the scene and the more I felt disgusted. Clara was one hell of a good actor, a pretentious bitch at that. "Your sister loved you but all you did was hate her and you made me do the same to her but not until I knew her and found out that you are the real Denon " "Stay away from her Valerie , if you lay one more finger on her, even if it's the scratch am going to make sure I cut that place off " "Stay off our life , you are not wanted you will never be wanted"

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

They stood up unsteadily, holding on to each other for support. The conductor smirked. “Fists,” he declared. “Running away to the city, thinking we won’t find you! Take them away!” A Patrolman grabbed one of the sister’s arms and hauled her out. The other followed as if glued to her twin. Svetlana was perplexed: were they really kulaks? They looked human, albeit unnaturally weak and emaciated. “Valya!” one of them wailed, clinging to her sister. “Valya!” the second one responded, like an echo.

As soon a shay reached the office door she could here loud talking, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door slightly. "Come in" Mr Hyin voice bumped on the door. Shay slowly turned the doorknob and let herself in, she saw him around his desk and a teenage looking girl standing Infront him with her hands on her hips. She had brown straight hair, round face and same complexion as Mr Hyin. Definitely Koreans Shay thought. "Glad you finally decided to joined us Miss Valentine, first day and you're late" Mr Hyin said irritated. "I'm sor--- " This is Sun Hi my younger sister.... Sun Hi meet Miss Valentine your nanny" he introduce cutting Shay off.

It was Valentina calling. I picked up his phone and put it on speaker. Valentina's shrill, tearful voice immediately filled the room. "Vincenzo! That woman is out of control! She's nothing but a gold digger! Now that you have money, she wants to make a scene so she can take more of it! Don't you dare go soft on her!" Vincenzo listened to his sister's stupid, vicious shrieking and forgot to even beg. I looked down at the pathetic man kneeling on the floor and suddenly smiled.

“My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.” “I know,” Of course I know her; she’s the last girl I saw having some public display of affection with Valentine a few weeks ago. “Seriously?” I asked wide-eyed. Jesus, Valentine was a legend, and yes, I hate him. I hate every cell and membrane that composes the very him. I might as well join this club for the thing that they stand for, but I have some stalking plans. “Yes, we’re all thirty in total, some are just absent,” Valerie said confidently. A part of my curiosity was wondering how all of these girls found each other. Are they even sure that Valentine really did break their hearts?

Even as Joey fumed, she found out that Sion was a vampire whose wealth could match nations, and so became jealous. Later on, Yoran mauled her to death in his madness under the full moon, allegedly tearing through her throat while the rest of her was left in pieces. As her resentment burgeoned, she became a vengeful spirit that haunted me endlessly after death, unhappy that the same sister she had treated so insignificantly was doing well. She was in denial. It only got worse as Sion clearly treated me well, where Yoran had treated her so coldly. He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly.

“Stay with me, Valerie. Stay safe.” Selena flinched, her body recoiling as if Valentina’s words pressed into an open wound. Damien’s jaw clenched. He stepped forward, voice trembling with barely contained rage. “Don’t you dare twist this. She isn’t your pawn, Valentina. She has a family…her mother Ava, her sister Cassandra….both of them living every single day believing she’s gone. And you…..” His chest heaved. “You’ve been playing house with their daughter, their sister while they mourned.”