Valentine The Vampire Novels & Stories

Holy shit holy shit holy shit that’s Ethan Vale. Dominic noticed instantly. Of course he did. His hand shifted slightly on my back. “Valerie,” he said flatly. I blinked and forced myself to breathe like a normal human. Ethan chuckled softly. “I take it she knows me.” “Unfortunately,” Dominic replied. Ethan’s eyes moved to mine and he smiled politely, warm but curious. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Valerie.” I swallowed. “Nice… yes… hi.” Smooth. Very smooth Valerie. Inside my head I was screaming like a fourteen year old fan.

He added and I groaned before sitting down on the last step of the stairs. "I couldn't sleep. I don't know why," I responded . Then he went to the kitchen and after a few minutes, he returned with food tray and give me to eat. He sat down next to me, his blue eyes gleaming inside the darkness and I tried my best to avoid making eye contact. “Can I ask you something?" I asked to which he nodded his head, turning to face me. That's when it struck me. Those blue eyes. It belong to the vampires of the people who are either powerful or crazy. That means the guy I searched for valentines day is vampire. I am shocked to the core.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

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.

My original plan was to sleep after the marathon of anger, cry and drink, but Valentine had something in his mind and started kissing me. "You have no idea how long I waited, Erica," Valentine said in between little nips of my skin, enough to cause real pain, enough to entice a rush of endorphins to be released into my bloodstream, causing excessive pleasure to rage throughout my body. He's playing to my compulsions, riling them up for what's to come...he needed them in his corner. Valentine is almost identical with Vlad so I let him be. I just imagine he was Vlad. I squirm underneath him, his hands running along my body, over my clothes, feeling my body, his fingers firm...so demanding.

The air softens and people start moving again and organizing. When the crowd thins, only a few remain—Kael, Roman, Zeke, me… and one man I haven’t seen before. He’s tall. Too tall, honestly. His eyes are a beautiful violet shade, his skin pale but not sickly. There’s something quietly dangerous about him, like the air freezes a little when he moves. Kael gestures toward him. “This is Valen Cross,” he says. “General of the vampire fighters.” Vampire. He's a vampire. He's...just what I imagined a vampire to look like. Sinfully beautiful, but dark and...cold.

“You don’t walk into a private archive unless you plan to leave pieces behind.” Valentine stepped out. Calm as breathing. “If you’re going to threaten someone,” she said, “at least aim higher than bad theater.” Heads snapped toward her. Big man frowned. “Who the hell are you?” “Someone who noticed you left your flank wide open,” Valentine answered. She drove her elbow into his throat. The sound was wet. Ugly. Satisfying. Second man lunged. Valentine ducked. Grabbed his wrist. Twisted until the gun skittered across concrete. Kicked his knee sideways. He dropped screaming.

Valerie had woken up to him at four in the morning to find him perched under her, licking and fingering her to get her ready for his tremendous sex marathon and all she could do was to take what he’s giving her, until it became too much for her to handle. “My girl is a squirter.” Donovan grinned at her, before claiming her mouth before she could say anything. Valerie groaned in pain when she felt him bite her lips, to taste her blood. A bizarre action of his that she didn't find alluring, is he a vampire? Couldn’t he keep his cruel nature away from her at least? What’s so sexy about tasting her blood when they are intimate? The young lady had no idea but feasted on the sheets when he felt hi

Because King Damien was his father's brother. The king of vampires had been lying in his coffin for almost fifty years. He falls asleep after being cheated by the werewolf princess, who was an enemy of their race. Damien falls in love with the Faviona, a fallen angel who wants to become a normal humwn. But the woman doesn't love him because she already has a lover, Orlean, the half-werewolf and half-human.

Particularly when his powerful fingers mercilessly tore off the choker and his fangs dove for the delicate flesh of her throat. “Wait!” The loud cry of Valentine stopped them both in their tracks. This time, the little oath Julian made under his breath was unmistakable. Portia wriggled about in his arms till they were both facing Valentine, slipping her wrists out of his suddenly loose hold. The woman's finger with the scarlet tip was quivering as she pointed at Portia's throat. She demanded, "What is that?" Portia touched her throat scars with her palm even though she knew it was too late. Valentine swept his angry glance over her face. You've probably experienced a vampire's kiss before, r