Vincent Valentine X Reader Novels & Stories

***VAL’S POV*** When I got inside the house ,I lay down on the couch, massaging my throat and crying. I closed my eyes but all I could remember was his dark eyes and ruthlessness as he forced himself on me. “I am so stupid to go ahead with the kiss, he wanted nothing but to get in me, he can have any type of woman, but yet I was born to be miserable”. I closed my eyes and cried. A knock landed on my door, I paused crying abruptly.

He continued. “What if she is a lesbian?” Amos shrugged. “Get lost!” Max threw a pillow at Amos. ~~Anna POV~~ The next day Vincent approached me. He looked nervous, but his voice was soft. “Anna, I’m sorry. I’ve been… distant. Can we start over?” I stared at him, surprised. “Start over?” “Yeah.” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “Maybe over coffee? There’s a place I think you’d like. What do you say?”

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

Anita even came by for sleepovers, lazy on Valery’s couch while they talked about hospital gossip. It worked, at least for a while. And Valery believed this, because every day she threw out gifts from Ryan and Derrick. Cards, flowers, jewelry, expensive little ornaments, all left at her door and workplace by men who apparently thought shiny objects could glue her back together. Some packages sat untouched until the rain ruined them. Others she shoved into Anita’s hands with a flat, “Sell it, burn it, I don’t care.” ****** The ICU ward was in open-check mode, the kind of day when nurses and doctors seemed to pass each other like a busy marketplace. Valery moved down the row, clipboard in hand

“Damn, look how wet she is. She really does get off on this shit, doesn’t she?” “Oh, yeah,” Damien said, smirking at her. “As much as she hates it, she loves it even more. Hell, I promise you the last thing she wanted was for you to be here.” Valerie rubbed her clit in tight circles as she listened to him talk to Nick, knowing every word he said was true. “But the fact that you are, and that she hates it, only makes her hornier,” Damien continued. “She wants it, wants to do all these degrading things and be put on display like this.”

His eyes were ink-dark, and there was a scar running from the side of his lip to his jaw. I turned my head to the next. Older. Wiser, maybe, cold. And then I looked forward again. I didn’t know what to say. But my lips moved.“My name is Valentina,” I said, my voice soft. “And I belong to Ryker Blackthorn.” My own words turned to glass in my throat. I expected laughter, disdain. But there was only silence but then, one by one, they bowed their heads enough to say it was done.

Please comment and support Chapter 13 Nazzy I rolled sleepily from one corner of the bed to another, yawning loudly, I rubbed my sleepy eyes only for me to see an image in front of me, I sprang up from the bed immediately and sitting before me is no other than Vincentte, and he was holding my phone which clearly have Fred's I*******m page on it, “You're back?” I muttered calmly seeing the serious look on his face, “Hmmm” He nodded, and wave the phone on my face,

I scream at Vance in my head, my eyes almost bulging out of the socket. I smiled calmly and tried to shove the fear down. Adelina and Lady Eliona looked at me with their eyes raised in question. But Lycan king Xyrus, I don't know what he is thinking. I can't read his fucking expression because he has all his emotions in check. “Don't we, Lady Valeria?” Vance asked and placed his hand in mine. I looked down to see that I had already bent the fork in my hand. “Oh sorry,” I said and quickly dropped the fork.

Vinn warned, moving in a protective stance in front of Marguerite and trying to push my hand away. Dipping into his mind and reversing his thoughts, I turned back to look at Marguerite. “Please. You have to come with me.” I begged. She pursed her lips. “I’m going nowhere with you. What have you done to Vinn? And why the fuck are those creepy guys walking towards us?” “Is she the one you’ve chosen?” Xander asked. I merely glowered at him. “Let’s get this over and done with.” “Hello? Is no one listening to me? I said I’m not going-”

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.