Valentino X Lucifer Novels & Stories

She traced her eyes down to his V line which were sharp and fixed then there. "Like what you see?" Lucifer smirked at her and she shook herself back to reality. "You are just infruriating" She scoffed. "Why are you here?" Lucifer asked with his arms folded. Viola noticed a particular scorpion tattoo on his protruding muscles.

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he inquired, his eagerness evident. A smirk played on her lips as she averted her gaze. "I did miss you," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability coloring her admission. Sensing the moment's gravity, Lucifer shifted his position, settling comfortably on his throne. Lucinda, ever confident, took her place on his lap, their connection unyielding. "So, have you discovered anything new about the humans recently? What are they up to?" Lucifer inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Lucinda's eyes gleamed with hidden knowledge as she responded, her voice filled with intrigue.

His blood felt like molten gold, burning too hot, too fast. This isn’t the end… unless you let it be. A voice—low, ancient—rumbled in his mind. Not Lucien. Not Cassian. Something older. Adonis Valentine. Elsewhere, Lucien moved through the collapsing stronghold. Smoke curled around his boots, his coat swirling like a shadow. His eyes glowed—not gold like Rio’s, but deep, molten crimson. Two enforcers lunged from the flames. Lucien didn’t even slow. A flick of his wrist, and their bodies twisted unnaturally, crumpling as their blood boiled within them.

After all these years, his feelings for this woman, no matter how many reincarnations she’s gone through, would always be the same. And as much as he hates to acknowledge it, his dragon heart hasn’t beaten this fast for quite a while already. More importantly, he feels like he can’t lie to her right now. So, a small smile escaped his lips, "That's because I never told you. My name is Valentino." Lucille's eyes widened in surprise. "Valentino? As in the owner of the company?" Valentino chuckled. "Yes, that's me. But let's keep that between us, shall we?"

he whispered, his voice barely audible. Lucifer’s hips thrust forward, filling Allistair in one swift, powerful movement. Allistair cried out, his body stretching to accommodate Lucifer’s size. The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more overwhelming. Lucifer’s movements were rough and unyielding, each thrust a claim, a promise, a reminder of the bond that transcended time and reality. Allistair met him stroke for stroke, his body yielding and demanding in equal measure. The stone wall behind him was cold and unyielding, but the heat of their passion made it seem distant and insignificant.

Lucy: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE MARRIED? Lucy: VALERIE ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW Lucy: HOW COULD YOU BE WITH DOIMINIC CANTRELL AND NEVER TELL ME?? My jaw tightened as I typed slowly. Valerie: Betraying bitches don’t get to ask questions. Sent. Her typing bubble appeared instantly but I didn’t wait for her to give a comeback and instead; I blocked her. Done. Next. My thumb moved again before I even realized it. Dominic Cantrell.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.

And so many of them were of Lolita, a haunted, broken-looking young woman. Harrison could barely connect her to me. One shot in particular moved him, disturbed him more than any other. Marlowe and I were captured in conversation, a woman’s body on the floor beside us, violated and damaged in ways too unspeakable to describe. Harrison looked at my face and saw an expression he recognized; he’d seen the expression on Sarah’s face when she looked at him. It was a look of the purest and most profound love, a love that stood witness to every sin and endured just the same.

And there is no way Lucille would stoop so low to go to her home, considering how proud she was, my mind went back to Guillotine that bastard, he had said something about challenging him, and he told me she would die before the anticipated day. Then it could be him, he could also talk to her the same way he did to me, but I doubted she knew about the book Valentine’s Day. Is it possible to talk to him even if you don’t have a connection with the book? Or is it possible she knows about Valentina’s death? Everything was just so confusing. If that day is today, the day that Valentina dies, I promise that I would protect her from going to the roof top by all means. I have to win my bet by all me