Novel & Cerita Valerian And Laureline Books

I began violently tossing aside dried roots, bronze shears, and empty vials until my freezing fingers hit something solid—a heavy, locked leather binder meticulously hidden beneath a false wooden drawer panel. I ripped it open, tearing the small lock clean off the leather. My eyes widened to the size of saucers as my gaze frantically scanned the pages. It was Valeria’s private, completely hidden ledger. Every single page was filled with her meticulous, elegant handwriting. It detailed her highly toxic botanical experiments, complex, lethal poison recipes, and the precise micro-dose protocols she had used to build deep, secret immunities within her own bloodline. There were detailed sketches

I was beginning to understand how the lead in The Shining lost his mind. As I rinsed the cloth I’d been using, my phone started ringing. It was Leo. Since he was at his job, I figured it had to be something vital. “Hello?” I said. “Hey, I just got word from Valerian. He’s nearly home.” A rush of excitement hit my chest. Valerian had been away in Tampa for a week. I’d been dying to hear what he’d discovered, and it looked like I was finally about to get some answers. “What’s the word?”

Heat crept into my face. “I hate how the two of you notice everything.” Magnus took another sip of his tea. “You’ll hate it even more after today’s lesson.” Before I could ask what he meant, the large doors opened once again and Valerian walked inside. The old Archmage carried three enormous books stacked so high in his arms that I could barely see his face behind them. Dust floated into the air with every step he took. He reached the table and dropped all three books directly in front of me. The loud thud echoed through the dining hall.

“I’ve wanted your sounds in my ear, your whispers, your moans, your grunts.” My last word dragged out into a moan as Jeremiah began massaging my tight ring with warm gel. His finger pushed in, and I clenched around it. Ezekiel began thrusting at the same time. I sighed shakily, and Ezekiel's eyes flashed to mine, a wild lust commanding me to take him, to arch forward so he could sink deeper. "You're too quiet, Laury," Jeremiah complains. I take a deep breath to get my bearings. Although Ezequiel, moving in and out of me, doesn't make it any easier.

He closed it after a while and decided to drop it back in one of the shelves. Just as he was putting the book back on the shelf, he paused. No, he couldn’t leave it behind. It didn’t belong here. Not in this forgotten section. He was sure now that this book belonged on the other side, the part the King strictly forbade him from exploring. He was able to figure this out because all the books that he had seen were merely child's play, and none reflected true stories. They were heroic books that talked about past Lycanis leaders, half of whom Valen was sure had to be fake.

Finn asked, confused. Val’s eyes darted from the nightstand to Finn, then back. His pulse was a frantic hammer. "You have to be kidding me," Val whispered, more humiliated than he’d ever been in his life. He grabbed the sheet, dragging it up to cover his lap, though the gesture was useless. Finn had seen everything. And apparently, Finn had seen everything. Finn followed his gaze. On the nightstand sat a stack of paperbacks. Gay werewolf romance. Every single book Val had published under his pseudonym.

Valeriana It was night Valeriana was sleeping peacefully after having dinner and chit chatting with her mom and grandma, but soon sweat started dripping off from her forehead. Warning ⚠️: The following content contains violence and child abuse. Ignore it if you feel uncomfortable!!! “You dare to question me? Huh? You dare to question your own husband?” And started beating Josephine.

“Most people have no idea what you’re actually capable of.” Aurelia glanced briefly toward the damaged herbs before kneeling again to carefully straighten one of the lavender plants. “I defended myself.” “Yes,” Lyra said immediately, “and I am not saying you were wrong.” Because she wasn’t. Not even slightly. Valeria had crossed a line. Several, actually. But Lyra also understood how carefully Aurelia had spent years shaping how others saw her. Not out of manipulation, but practicality. Valmere thrived because surrounding territories underestimated it. They saw peace and mistook it for weakness. Saw kindness and assumed softness.

I pulled them out and got to work. The valerian root needed to be ground into a fine powder. I used a small mortar and pestle I’d found, crushing the dried roots until they were dust. Then came the chamomile and passionflower. I mixed them together carefully, measuring out the proportions from what I recalled from my books. Too much valerian and the person would vomit before falling asleep. Too little and it wouldn’t work at all. Once the mixture was ready, I melted down a small amount of honey over a candle flame and stirred the powder in. The honey would mask the bitter taste. Then, I poured the mixture into small molds I had fashioned from scraps of parchment.

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."