Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

It was years old, well-healed, but clearly visible. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. Valeria did have a scar on her wrist, but it was on her left hand. This woman had hers on the right. I had kissed those wrists a thousand times. I held them while we danced. I knew every inch of her skin, and that scar did not belong to her. “Valeria never had this. Her scar was on her left hand, and this looked very old and healed,” I whispered, my voice shaking with a mix of rage and terror.

a sweet, pretty voice said as the owner paused in front of her. She had long, rich, flowing brown hair that stopped on her butt. She was dressed in a one-shoulder red gown with a split ending on her thigh, revealing her forest-tanned legs and a glimpse of a tattoo. A gold chain draped around her ankle. Her big gold bangles clung to her wrists for dear life. Her red heels were as sharp as knives. Valeria’s eyes trailed to her manicured fingers, a mix of nude and red. In her right hand was a glass of red wine that was half the glass. Her scent spoke both of power and elegance. She was no ordinary woman, Valeria could tell.

Taylor forced his drug runners to get tattoos, and now it made sense why. I chuckled as Bradler hurried away, leaving Eve behind, her nicely done makeup now completely ruined. "I'm Valentina Moretti, no one's second choice. Don't forget that. " I smirked and walked away. Fucking generous of me.

Minutes passed, and I was in my matching lacy underwear. “We’ve hit the jackpot, boys; she is extremely curvy and toned,” the black shirt says, and he was about to rip my bra off, but of course, that is where I drew the line. It was fun while it lasted. “Not so fast,” I said, grabbing hold of his hand. He looked at me, surprised, as I easily ripped off the rope. “Hello boys, my name is Valeria, and it’s nice to meet you,” I said, smiling sweetly as I ripped off all the rope. Their eyes widened in shock, and I smiled. It would be fun killing them.

The alpha and his family must answer for their actions. “When we arrived at their home, the woman was standing at the back of the kitchen against the cabinet. She kept her head down as if she feared looking up. The alpha’s mate allowed me to escort her to town, and she was extra nice about it, almost too nice. From the interactions alone, it was clear that Valeria felt confused and uncertain. It was like it was all for show, instead of a genuine reaction. A little later, her hair moved aside, and I noticed a scar running along the top of the collar of her shirt.” “Did you confirm there was more?”

Valentina replied smiling Ryan walked up to her and handed the flowers to her. "Thanks, but then are you here for the photo shoot?" She asked "Yeah... yeah I am." "Great, this place looks so beautiful." Valentina said walking around Ryan on the other hand walked up to her tapped her and knelt down, his right knee on the ground and his left leg bended slightly. Valentina's eyes opened wide, her jaw dropped seeing him that way. It dawned on her that he was about to ask for her hand when he brought out a blue box ring, and opened it. It was a diamond stone and imprinted in it was a R&V.

Valerie Tanner stepped into the shower, the hot spray beating down on her sore flesh. It had been one hell of a month, but one she would not change. Once she accepted her role in Damien Pressman’s life, he and his girlfriend, Holly Caraway, had made full use of her as their sex toy.

I just had to do that to stop your memory from returning in another painful way, for now, enjoy it. 'Where is Valeria?' I asked, staring at his back, which had some faint bullet scars but was covered with another tattoo. This one was different types of butterflies trailing down his back like a one lined X. He looked at me over his shoulder and raised a brow. 'Valeria is my sister, the maid?' 'I sent her home.'

A tattoo of sorts of two intertwining cresent moons, one golden and the other black. "Your mark has changed." I was starting to say the same thing, but Valeria was pointing to me this time. I looked down into the stream to catch my reflection. I noticed she was right. The marks were now a matching pair. The only difference was where each cresent was placed. The top one was golden on her, while the top mark was black on mine. I heard myself growl towards her, as I pulled her body against mine. "Mine." I growled and claimed her lips for myself once again. Valeria put up no resistance. She parted her perfect lips and allowed me to slip my tongue into her waiting mouth. Tasting her, I could feel

They were supposed to be best friends. Next, Tanya ruthlessly tore the fabric of Valeria's expensive gown, slapping her across the face once more. A dark streak of blood began to trickle from the corner of Valeria's mouth—but instead of crying out, Valeria was smiling widely. In a flash of fur, Tanya shifted into her sleek black panther form and raced away down the corridor, disappearing into the shadows. Horrified, I instinctively rushed over to Valeria to check the severity of her injuries, noting out of the corner of my eye that Leah was currently walking down the hallway toward us.