Romans & histoires Valerie Danny Phantom

Phantom tingles, linger across the seams of my lips, and a soft smile touches the corner of my eyes. I haven't been able to get the taste of him out of my mouth since the day our lips touched. It's slowly clouding my mind with sinful thoughts that leave my body aching for his touch. I’m beginning to think that I am a sucker for pain, and Don Valentino is my type. Taking a can of Pepsi from the refrigerator. I sit down at the dining table, unzip the side compartment of my duffel bag, and remove a small leather pouch containing the money from the sale of my mother's ring.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Valerie gasps sharply, turning even paler as she recalls that day months ago in the ceremonial hall when Caroline shifted and charged toward her to scratch her face. This bitch had wanted to kill her back then, and she is threatening her now. Valerie's earlier smug demeanor vanishes instantly, replaced by a raw, vicious panic. However, after being exposed and humiliated in front of the watching staff, Valerie's rage overcomes her fear. She is a century old Vampire, how can she be afraid of a lowly slave who thinks she's worthy to threaten her. “You lowly slave!” Valerie screeches. In a flash of pure rage, she moves with her Vampire speed, her hand blurring through the air as she swings a vic

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm

Laylin looked away in disgust. Valerie waved her hand with the ring around. "Hmm. Okay, let me see if I can call upon a demonic monster or not." She lightly moved her hand forward as if some superpower was to shoot out of it but when nothing happened she shook it around recklessly when suddenly something shot out of it. "Ackh! What the heck!" Valerie stumbled back, shocking them all as a woman in a ragged, worn appearance materialized out of thin air. The woman lifted her scarlet eyes, and Laylin gasped from the sheer resemblance.

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

“Damn, I thought she had some nice tits, but those things are fucking huge.” “Are you going to leave the door open?” Damien asked, smirking at her. “I mean, earlier you were so worried about people seeing you naked out there, and now, you’re standing there with the door wide open and your naked body on display.” Valerie jumped, spinning quickly, and closing the door behind her. Her nerves rattled as she stood there, wanting desperately to cover her body, but knowing Damien would only make her drop her arms, anyway.

"That's actually the best response you could have gotten from Danny." "How?" Aiden put the phone down. "That's not enthusiastic at all." "Sure whatever you think from Danny means he'll actually do it," she said. "If he'd said yes definitely he would have forgotten by Saturday." Aiden sat with that for a second. "That's surprisingly true about Danny." "I know." "How do you even know Danny that well?" He pointed at her. "You've met him twice." Valeria looked up from her book for the first time. "I'm observant."

“You’ll get him when I get Valerie.” I stared at him. “That’s not the deal.” He shrugged. “It is now.” I grinned like all this was fun and games. “We came with Valerie. She’s not returning without her child.” Daniel turned in his seat, glancing around like he was expecting her to magically appear. Then he smirked again. “Well, I don’t see her anywhere. So unless you’re hiding her under the desk, I’m going to assume you’re trying to play me.” His eyes became hard as stone. “And I don’t like being played.”