Valerian And Laureline Books Novels & Stories

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

"I was just telling Princess Lyra to drink her tea while it’s hot." Marcus saw the full cup and came to look at it. Lyra felt him grow worried, though she did not know why. "What kind of tea?" he asked with ease. "Chamomile with honey and a bit of valerian root to aid sleep," said Vera smoothly, yet she stood a bit taller, ready for any need to flee or fight. "Valerian," Marcus said again. He sniffed the tea, his face showing concern. "A strong mix."

I realized, belatedly, that I fuc8ked up the epilogue of book two. Brand and Honey were first, not Daniel and Natalia. So I might have to fix it later, but for now, I have an alternate ending for Brandt and Honey's scene. It's super hot. Enjoy. Brandt

Valerian and I tenderly looked into each other, heavily panting. Valerian grazed my cheek with his thumb before lowering it to trace my lower lip. "You really have addictive lips, honeydew..." His voice was raspy enough for my clit to palpitate while his other free hand gently pinched my flank, bringing his touch to a high level of sensation. "Take me, Valerian... Make me the happiest woman on the earth..." I said in my sultry pitch while my moist lips were sauntering to his jaw. His eyes glowed like an emerald stone glinted under the sunlight. I could have sworn our faces were flushing, blessed by the moonlight at this moment, silently feeling each other's desires.

“How the hell did it even start?” Valerie ignored him as she reached for the bottle of Merlot and filled her glass. She drained half of it, the dry taste of blackberries and cocoa blanketing her tastebuds as she swallowed. After refilling the glass again, she turned and leaned back on the counter, holding the glass in front of her as she draped an arm across her waist. “Do you really want to know the dirty details of my life?”

It lived in old books and broken relics and the warning lectures of men like Crowe. Yet somewhere under the haze, my bones responded like someone had hummed a lullaby I’d heard in a dream. I couldn’t make out the meaning. Just: A falling pattern there that sounded like *child.* A sharp cluster here that felt like *blood.* A rising lilt that tasted like *remember.* “Side effect,” Valen’s voice said, far away. “Resonance suppressants plus Lunaris contact. Sometimes, they pull up… buried stuff."” “Useful,” Crowe said. “Let’s see what she dredges.”

“Here. Eat.” I accepted the fruit and looked at him as he get another one. When he bit it, I bit on it too, imitating what he’s doing. We ate silently and I didn’t hear any noise except the creaking sound of the night and the crunchy fruits while we were munching. “What’s your name?” Do real vampires have names? He stopped on his track to look at me before averting it away like he’s getting burned by my gaze. “Prin-,” he shook his head. “Dash Slaughtrus Vandelion.”

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

Then after a moment, “I waited for you.” She frowned slightly. “I don’t even know how long. Time is strange here.” The silver glow between their marks flickered, unstable but alive. “Every time I wake, it fades,” Laura muttered. “But here, it all comes back.” Lyralei cut through the confusion. “What did you find in Nikolai’s library?” Laura’s expression became serious. She looked toward the open journals scattered across the table and then back at Lyralei. “When I woke up I kept searching,” Laura said. “Found something in the books. They’re connected to the First Shadow War and the First Alpha Queen and a betrayal buried in the Vale line.”

“Doesn’t it feel kind of awful for you to have her back at work?” Valerin had gushed over me as soon as I had entered the room, my wound healed enough that it didn’t require a bandage but still a brazen purple that peaked through a layer of concealer that appeared to accentuate it more than conceal. “When she is here, in my sight, I know she is safe,” Corbyn bristled, looking up from his laptop momentarily to glare at Valerin, “And Ms Laurence, is here for pretences only, I have not made any demands of her.”