Vincent Valentine X Reader Novels & Stories

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

" Lucas saw that Tina was still wearing her stained pajamas and flew into a terrible rage. "All I did was spend Valentine's Day with Mia! How could you be so selfish? You're my mate! You should be more generous and forgiving instead of being so petty and jealous like this!" I saw that Lucas was finally about to enter the bedroom. I got anxious again. Was he finally going to see my body now?

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

You don’t fuck with what’s mine and get away with it. *** The door to my apartment bursts open while I’m busy making coffee and Valentine literally shoots inside with Church right behind him. I see Xenia stiffen and clench her hands into fists while Church’s steps slow down and his eyes widen when he sees her. “I want to know everything,” Valentine urges, his green eyes fraught with concern.

Rafael glanced at her and slowly he shook his head. “I’m very disappointed, Val.” And in all her years she had never felt so small. And it wasn’t like she made a habit of it. In fact, she was the one attacked! Vinny hunched down and she stared at his jean clad legs, not wanting to look at him. “Do you want to know how I found out?” “My dad?” she offered. “No, Dante texted me. Said he had his hand on my fiancé and it was him who was protecting and saving her, MY fiancé!” Valentina flinched as he punctuated every word with a voice that kept getting louder and louder as he stood up.

Not the best memory to leave someone with. “Valentine?” Her voice was soft and scratchy, but it was hers, and just the sound had my heart racing and my fingers itching to be holding her close. I wanted her in my arms, to feel her heart beat steady and strong against my palm. “Valentine? You said your name was Valen.” Blake asked with a raised eyebrow from Eva’s side as he put away a stethoscope and a small glass vial that was now empty. “His name is Dr. Valentine Cross, but he goes by Valen.” Eva remarked, her beautiful eyes never leaving mine as I stood like a statue, staring at her, afraid she’d disappear if I got to close or even blinked.

Asher, satisfied to see Valencia enjoying his kiss, releases his hold until a thread of saliva escapes his lips. After their hot kiss, Valencia inhales deeply as if taking back the air supply depleted by it. "Honey, it seems like you enjoyed our kiss this time. And you can't deny that." Valencia wiped her lips, which might as well have been a lipstick mess. "Too confident!" "As your husband, I have to be confident. I am Asher William Xander. What can't I do for you?" "Um... I know you are Asher. That's why you're the only man who dares to marry an unconscious woman." Valencia quipped.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

“And why is that?” Taking a step closer to me, he cupped my face in his hand, i should push his hand away, I really should… and i will, Just for a second I wanted him to touch me, even if it was just for a second. The last time i had this feeling of his sensual hand on my chin was years ago, and danm did i miss it. “Because my Vennetta would never let another man touch her, no matter how angry she was.” My eyes flared in anger and i pushed his hand away. “Then it’s a good thing there is no ‘Your Vennetta’ Asshole! You lost her when you picked someone else over me.”

“Alex, is that you?” “Oh,” I stepped inside the room, “I thought you would be sleeping by now.” Valerie lifted herself up, placing the journal down next to her. “You only have yourself to blame. I can’t stop reading this. I could swear there’s some magic in here.” “Technically, there is,” I chuckled. “But I’m guessing you’re not at that part yet.” “I feel tired, but more so hungry,” Valerie yawned. “I was hoping for the latter. I brought you some food.”