Valentino X Lucifer Novels & Stories

"So, it's really Lucy,'' Valentine said. He was staring right into her honey brown eyes and a wide smile on his face. Lucia looked at her friend for what kind of situation she had put her into but Stella was sleepy and had closed her eyes leaning back on the seat. Meanwhile, Lucia cannot relax, the man though he looked exceptionally handsome, she didn't like him a bit. He was being too kind for a stranger. Her suspicious side won't let her trust him. Valentine was now reminded of who she used to remind him of.

Her eyes flicked to me. “So this is her.” She didn’t smile. She just nodded once and said, “Then you need to hear what he did. To me. To all of us.” We sat in a candlelit back room while she poured us wine with steady hands. Her name was Valentina. Years ago, she was Lucas’s lover—and spy. She said she escaped when he tried to use her as a pawn in a scheme gone wrong. “He has a new plan now,” she said. “Something much bigger than revenge.”

Valentino looked at the card in his hand and said with a pout, “Okay, but I want to go for a walk on the beach later. I basically live in the mountains, you know.” Alaric nodded his head and caressed Valentino’s right cheek as he asked, “Even if it is in the early morning hours?” Valentino nodded his head, “Yes, but will he really make you work so late?” “Yeah, he gave me unnecessary work again,” Alaric answered, and kissed Valentino on the forehead. “I do not understand how you can work for someone when you have been around far longer than us,” Valentino said and hugged him. *

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

"Did you not see what happened last time?" Lucia rubbed her temples. "Señor, this is supposed to be a romantic wedding, not a military operation!" "A safe wedding is a romantic wedding," Don Victor said calmly. Arnulfo leaned forward to whisper in Valentine's ear, "You think he'd let me wear a bulletproof vest under my suit?" Valentine laughed. "Only if he likes the color." Arnulfo looked at his reflection in horror. "I look like an overstuffed penguin." "More like an elegant penguin," Valentine teased, trying not to laugh.

The way she trembled under him. But behind his eyes… All he could see was Rei. Rei Valen. His wild eyes. His shaking breath. The moment he’d pressed herself to that wall and nearly let go—until he didn’t. Lucian growled and kissed Seraphine harder, faster, trying to drown the memory. Trying to silence the craving. But even as Seraphine moaned his name and begged for his entrance into her core. Lucian’s wolf howled for another. And deep down, he knew:

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.

They had sex while they were in the shower; however, something unexpected happened. While Valentino had her against the sink, being a little rough and wild in his penetrations, he didn't see her exactly. In his mind, he visualized a fairer and softer skin, like when he held her by the arm, more curvy hips, a much bigger behind and a thin back. A smaller body and black hair. This image was projected into his mind unexpectedly, making his body go completely rigid as he continued with his movements, imagining that it was his fiancée. The rage he felt at that moment for having thought of her was so intense that he ended up being rough with Lirio, who, for a moment, complained, noticing he was st

Meanwhile, Valentino’s SUV sped along the coastal road. The cliffs dropped sharply into the dark blue sea below. Luca checked the weapons in the back seat. “You sure you want to walk straight in?” he asked. “Yes.” “That’s exactly what Adrian wants.” Valentino nodded. “I know.” “So what’s the plan?” Valentino’s eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead. “He thinks I’m emotional.” Luca frowned. “You are emotional.” “Yes.” Valentino’s voice dropped slightly. “But he doesn’t realize something.” “What?”

The photo showed two teenage boys covered in flour and white powder, black marker smeared across their faces, and a glittery banner behind them that read: We Accept Defeat But We Will Have Revenge. Aurelio raised his eyebrows. “...That’s me?” “No,” Valentino deadpanned. “That’s me and Luca after you and I won round three. And then you betrayed me in round four.” “He duct taped my ankles to the toilet,” Luca said, almost proud. “While you distracted me with fake crying and a balloon animal.” “You made a deal with the enemy!” Valentino snapped. “You sold me out!” Aurelio stared, then let out a low whistle. “...Damn. I was good.”