Valentine Sisters Novels & Stories

Valerie Ambrose was surely in for a surprise. I smiled to myself. Again, I was confused, what had gotten into me? All I knew was, Valerie was a fucking siren. She was fucking poison and before she takes my life, I needed to fuck her out of my system. She was nothing more than all those fucking gold-diggers. She was the same if not more. Oh, how I hated to even think about her when my sister's life was in danger. Maybe fucking her once would make me forget about her. Only if I knew what havoc she will create in my life and, heart.

“Explain.” “Just like Mr. Nikolai said, she’s a twin,” Smith began, his tone steady but weighted with detail. “Their parents were con artists who got mixed up with the wrong people here in New York. Valerie’s the quieter one, she dropped out of school and started working in a bar in Cebu where her parents had run to hide after their parents were killed. Her sister went the darker route.” I stayed silent, listening. “Valerie’s sister got herself into deep trouble. That’s how she ended up with your uncle. He’s using her however he pleases.”

"About your sister?" "Yeah." "How'd it go?" "She had lunch with me yesterday." Liam stopped skating. Leaned on his stick. The blade tapped against the ice. "And?" "She didn't forgive me. But she didn't scream at me either." "That's something." "That's what everyone keeps saying." "Because it's true." Liam started skating again. His strides were long. Powerful. "You can't fix everything overnight. You just have to keep showing up." "That's what I'm trying to do."

Without hesitation, the two excitedly nodded in agreement and moved closer to Valencia. A sweet smile appeared on Valencia's face, and she began to introduce Hazel and Quist to the quadruplets. “Babies, these are Grandmom and Granddad. Mom, Dad, these are Orson, Hudson, Iris, and Iverson.” She patiently introduced while pointing at the quadruplets one after the other. Valencia's eyes fell on Aviva and Aneira, and she finalized, “These are my sisters, Aneira and Aviva.” Upon hearing this, Aviva and Aneira’s hearts turned warm, and they couldn't help but smile at Valencia's words.

Except we all knew it was fake. "Idiot girl!" Valentine suddenly roared at Elise, slapping her across the face. "There were two boxes!" Tears slipped into Elise's eyes. I could sense the fear that was laced underneath them. "I didn't know! Please, forgive me!" Valentine threw his hands in the air, narrowly missing Elise's jaw. "Stop it! Leave her alone!" I cried to Valentine. He suddenly turned towards me. "You want me to stop? Stop what, exactly? Hitting your so-called friend and sister? Yelling?" He screamed the last word in my face, sending chills down my spine.

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

"So… Valentine is my uncle?" Seraphina nods, a dark, humorless laugh escaping her lips. "Yes. Valentine is your uncle." Selena's breath falters, caught in a vice of shock. The revelation surges through her, a tidal wave of emotion crashing violently against her defenses. It isn't merely disbelief that consumes her, but a profound sense of betrayal, mingled with forbidden desire. Valentine—the one who had always captivated her, stirred something primal and magnetic within her. The same Valentine with whom she had shared that electric, momentous kiss, a fleeting yet searing connection. Now, the bitter truth unravels, weaving itself through her mind like a poison: Valentine, the very man she ha

Just then, the second bus rode by and he glided in. Phidel had left home earlier than usual with Isla having the slightest idea what she was up to. “She said she had an early morning class and wants to avoid being late for it.” That’s all what the former got from her mother but then how come she knows nothing about it? She thought to herself. Taking the sisters into critical analysis, she noticed they were totally at opposite poles. One was reserved and turn to look over things while the other was the kick ass type who wouldn’t let things just slid over so easily. Not to talk of her intimidating personality.

By the time we reached the warm cocoon of the house, our clothes were completely drenched. Once changed in fresh clothes, we rested in the living room. He was sharing some of his childhood stories fondly. During this conversation, I discovered that Valentine has a younger sister as well. Her name is Valerie. She is literally the queen of Italy. Her fashion standards were higher than the big bang clock itself. Attitude, etiquette and good looks are the best traits of her personality. Moreover, she is a chatterbox. When Valentine was talking about his sister, I saw a light and joy in his eyes that he lacks often. No doubt, the siblings share a strong bond. "What about your parents? How are the

"Not just a duplicate. A real sister." "Half-sister." The duplicate's smile was sad and bitter. "Valentina used a different father for me. A Rossi loyalist who died before I was born. But yes. We share blood. And that's why she wants us both dead. We're loose ends she can't afford to let live."