Libby Valentine の小説・ストーリー

The atmosphere was really awkward for her alone, when other ladies had their boyfriend, or finance with them all enjoying a blissful afternoon and here she was waiting for her boyfriend's arrival. She wore a long white shirt, with tight red jeans that brought out her shape really well. At the back of her shirt, a red big heart shape was drawn with a word boldly screaming Valentine's day underneath it. Her long blonde almost white hair was packed neatly in a ponytail style. Valerie was a young lady gifted with round small lips, pointed nose which fitted her face well, long eyelashes which didn't need the artificial one again, and lovely deep blue eyes that fitted her round small face properly

She should have known her confession would have been connected to her humiliation. “What was it? Come on. We’ve seen you do some nasty things. Don’t be shy.” Valerie pushed her head back against the floor, arching her back as she tried to hold back her climax. “I used a coat hanger in a dressing room once, and then one time, I fucked myself with the handle of a plunger.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as she closed her eyes against the shame that filled her. She thought she would keep those secrets forever.

"Is there something wrong with him? He should be good to you. Why is he good to me?" Valerie struggled to open her eyes. She looked at Melissa and thought to herself, "Well, because you're his sister, of course." But she said, "Don't bother me. I'm tired." She, a married woman, was catching up on sleep. In her dreams, she dreamt that she had Kieran beneath her. She jumped around and stomped on his back, torturing him. It felt amazing. That day, Kieran got Lillian to prepare two sets of gifts.

After Aunt Mara's hasty departure, I sat back and sipped at my coffee, the caffeine slowly beginning to perk me up for the day. I decided not to mope around waiting for Ryder all day. My plan was to go to the library and do some reading. I usually spent a lot of time reading, but since meeting the Valentine boys, that had sort of taken a back seat. Now that I thought about it, I was actually grateful for the free time to indulge in one of my passions.

All over the internet, people are calling him a darling, a gentleman, a sweet man to be with and all sort of romantic name there ever is. Valerie was only concerned about why she didn't look good in the picture even when she knows she was cut off guard by the fall. "Tell me you are not the one who we held romantically in that picture I saw on the net this morning," Tyler said as she entered Valerie's office. "Well, that's me," Valerie said with a scoff. "Girlllll, you scored it big!" Tyler said. "What do you mean?" Valerie said confused by what Tyler was on about.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward. I am twenty-eight years old and I have never been kissed. Not truly. I work at St. Agnes Library, a quiet brick building across the street from Sin & Salvation Tattoo. Every day for the past six months I have watched her from the circulation desk. Lucia Valdez. She stands outside her shop in the late afternoons, cigarette between her fingers, dark hair pulled into a messy knot that reveals the shaved underside and the trail of tiny black stars inked along her scalp. Her arms are

But I wasn’t ready for parties yet; my head stayed too full of worries for celebrations. “You finished early today?” Val wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, settling me between his legs, and I placed the pizza box on my lap as we cuddled on the couch… our first couch. It was a used couch, but still in great condition, and the fact that we had bought it with our hard-earned money made it even more special. We didn’t own much yet, but our apartment felt cozy, and it was a far cry from living on the streets. Val had gone back to reading about vampires. He took one day off a week and spent it at the library, since I was always working anyway. He had found out about the library

Corbyn is truly innocent, and she doesn't deserve him at all. THIS USER IS ALWAYS BUSY: My life is very miserable. Right now, if Valencia publishes a book on how to capture men, I'm her top fan and among the top ten to get it. Despite being a good-for-nothing, she's able to snag wealthy men and change them like clothes. I’m bowing to the goddess. CORBYN CIRILLO, MY HUSBAND, MY LIFE: Valencia, you bitch. It's enough that you already created trouble six years ago. Steer clear of my husband and the Cirillo family. And don’t taint them with your bad luck.