Novel & Cerita Mai Valentine Vs Marik

A long, heavy silence filled the air before Nivera finally shook her head. “I thought if I looked more like her—his mate—maybe he would see me. Really see me. But I was wrong.” Martha reached for her hand, and Nivera didn’t resist. Her fingers were cold and trembling. “My dear, Valerian sees you. More than he dares to admit. I’ve served in this household for years. I’ve seen the rage in his eyes during battle, the cruelty he shows to enemies, the indifference he carries like armor. But with you… he’s different. He’s softer. Quieter.”

Valerie said teasingly as Marcus continued to kiss and hold her naked body. "Valerie, you are a feast for my eyes, my hands. Your scent drives me crazy. I could stay like this forever. For a moment, I thought I’d lost you, and I can’t imagine a single day without you. You are my soul, my heart, my body. Everything I am and have is yours." "Marcus, never think for a second that I could leave you. You’re the love of my life, and I can’t imagine a life without you," Valerie replied, straddling him as she embraced him tightly, kissing him with wild abandon.

His eyes gleaming like molten lava as he stands impossibly close, hands brushing my waist, voice rasping something sinful in my ear while I’m wearing this exact set of lingerie. My mind short-circuits so violently I actually slap my own cheek. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I hiss at my reflection. Valrik is a vampire lord, makes up one-third of the Triad and is my supposed mate. Not forgetting an arrogant bastard who looks at me like he wants to devour me and throw me off a cliff. I’m not supposed to think about him in lingerie. I’m supposed to hate him, despise him, and wish him a long, painful paper-cut-filled eternity.

~Emilia Valerie hesitated, lips parting. “Malik just posted a photo… with Charlotte. Captioned: ‘Meant to be.’” Emilia’s fingers tightened around the glass. The ice clinked. The storm inside her was no longer quiet. “You are a beautiful lady, Emilia,” Valerie said, breaking the silence that had hung between us like a heavy curtain. “Men will be lining up to marry you.” I looked at her, blinking in surprise at her words. Valerie’s smile was playful, but there was something deeper behind her eyes that told me this wasn’t just a careless comment.

I was thankful for her but I was still weighing if Marzouq's help won’t cost me anything. “What do you want?” I asked him. His eyebrows arched. “Want what?’m” he asked. “The help.” Marzouq smiled, looked at Vivian who seemed to be blushing and then at me. By then I understand, he was her mate, the real one. “I’ll do anything for my mate,” he said. “For free.” I nodded, my hand hovered over another document spread across my desk. It was a different paper and different wording but the same outcome. It was about authority and control. This was a paper Valentine brought an hour ago but I haven’t signed it. All of it placed in front of me at the worst possible moment. At my weakest point.

Marina smiled surprised when Val hugged her excitedly. "What happened?... Why are you so happy?" She asked amused. "Nothing, I am just happy today" She smiled ear to ear. "That's good... Go freshen up, dinner is ready." Marina said. She came back and Marina looked at her curiously. "Why are you blushing?" Valerina looked at her with wide eyes. "No, I am not blushing..." "Come on, I am your mother..." She chuckled. "You like someone, don't you?..."

She tried to get her to change her mind but Valentine didn't think she was interested in that. "how much do you want?" She asked Maria. "I don't want your money... Ahh!!!!" She yelped in pain as Valentine then grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the wall making sure her back got hurt. Maria has her eyes closed as she tries to stay strong. PAK! Valentine hit her so hard on the face, threw her to the bed, and clapped her hands. Out of the curtains in the room, two men in black stepped out and started unzipping their jeans. "Are you going to accept me or should I let them..."

He spoke her name with a hint of distaste. My eyes darted back to Valerie. Her stunning, model-like figure made me feel a tiny pinch of jealousy. My stomach sank even further down when I spotted a beauty mark under the edge of her eye. It looked so much like Lily’s. Valerie waved a hand dismissively. “Oh Adrian, why are you speaking like we aren’t still fated mates? I can come into my mate’s office whenever I want.” My eyes were glued to that beauty mark. Maybe they shared the marks, but there’s no way Valerie is Lily's mother.

Yvette frowned and looked at her. “Why are you here?” “I have been assigned here by Mr. Valentine.” Maria knew that she was Mark’s mother. “Impossible, Mark disliked having maids!” other than places that required cleaning, Mark was never pleased with anyone else that showed up at his apartment. “I’m not serving Mr. Valentine but Ms. Valentine.” Yvette was baffled by her words. “Who is this Ms. Valentine?” “She is the daughter of Mr. Valentine…”

Marvel asks. “Just like them,” Valentine says, pushing off the doorway and coming up behind me, running a finger over the mark on my neck, making those delicious sparks shoot across my skin. I involuntarily close my eyes and moan softly before I can stop myself. His touch and those sparks are so much more electrifying today. Valentine smirks, knowing the effect he just had on me. Jerk. I want to mark him too and mess with him. “What does it do?” Marvel asked Valentine.