Valentine The Vampire Mga Nobela at Kwento

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

CHAPTER 69 STEPHANO'S POV "Nice gift I got you, huh? I hope you are 'happy' to see this. yours truly. Richard". I threw the gift box furiously on the floor, the pictures littering the place. I wanted to beat someone up, or rather kill someone! Specifically that fucker, Richard. What was I thinking letting Valerie walk out of my care without any security when it was clear Richard would be up to something, trying to get revenge since I captured Cherry. Technically she basically walked inside my lair, they shouldn't have expected to come back just as easily. My words were laughing at my face since I was just as careless as them and now Valerie is gone.

"And I've never loved awoman like I've loved you, I still do till now,’ Damien responded. He was still sober but pretended to be drank. He could not allow himself drink too much when int h e company of his wife, he had to take care of her. "How could you lie to me even now, when you have fallen in love with someone else. You loved her before, you even made her like you, but you won't do the same to me." Alma said drowsiness evident in her eyes. "That's not true Alma, I can't lie to you that I love you. About Frida, that was a stupid mistake I made in my youth. I swore never again to have anyoneturned into a vampire. This life is no good for anyone, especially when you have no one to share yo

she answered. "But he'll wake up soon, right?" I asked her, and she giggled at me. "Of course! He's a pure-blood vampire, and besides, they could not pull out his heart," Ash confidently answered as she pointed at the most extensive stitch in Daniel's chest. "His heart?" I asked, and she nodded. "Pureblood vampires will only die once their heart has been pulled out of their bodies," Ash explained, making me feel relieved, knowing that Daniel would wake up soon.

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.

Calvin had completely lost his nerve, collapsing to the floor and bowing frantically. "Godfather, please spare me! I didn't know she belonged to you! "I truly meant to offer her to you! "I'm Quinn's boyfriend! We were about to get married!" Calvin was trying to cling to this final straw. The moment the word 'boyfriend' left his mouth, the violence in Jackson's eyes exploded. The air went suddenly cold. Then, he laughed. It was a laugh that made everyone's skin crawl. "Boyfriend? "You think you're worthy of being her boyfriend?"

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

As if knowing my thoughts, he growled in his native eighteenth century voice, “You shall love no other. I shant have it.” His fiery lips burned as they forced mine to respond. His frustration mounted. He was a vampire who was accustomed to getting his own way. As handsome as he was, I had no doubt he’d also gotten his own way as a mortal, at least with the ladies. My mind flew to our initial meeting and the hesitation I had when we’d met. Why hadn’t I paid attention to my own intuition? I’d been so trusting of Elizabeth when she told he her brother wouldn’t harm me. Had they planned this together?

"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.