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Mated To Valentine
Last Updated : 2025-01-07
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North Harper, a brilliant yet unassuming third-year college student, finds solace in her books and late-night visits to her mother’s grave, escaping the torment of bullies who call her “turtle girl.” One night, she encounters Valentine, a mysterious Vampire Prince. Their connection deepens, but her life takes a dark turn when a rogue vampire attacks her on campus. To save her, Valentine turns her into a vampire, unknowingly creating a rare hybrid. North awakens with enhanced abilities and newfound confidence, but her unstable powers and hybrid nature put her in danger. Valentine becomes her guide, helping her navigate her new existence, but their growing bond defies ancient vampire laws. As the Vampire Council deems her a threat, a human faction called The Ascendants, an underground organisation bent on taking out Vampires, target her, seeking to use her blood to create superhuman soldiers. Amid rising tensions, The Ascendants infiltrate her college and attempt to abduct her. Forced to confront her dual identity, North must embrace her hybrid powers to protect herself and those she loves. In a climactic battle, North destroys the Ascendants' leader and their serum, saving both vampires and humans. Gravely injured, Valentine’s fate compels her to make a choice: she asks him to transform her into a full-blooded vampire to secure her place in his world. Though the Vampire Council allows her to live, they keep her existence under strict watch, marking the beginning of her journey as a powerful anomaly in both worlds.
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Mated To Valentine Chapter 4:
I feel my body slam against the ground, cold and unyielding, but the pain feels distant, like I’m trapped in a fog. I can’t move, but I’m still here, barely. The world around me is dark, and the only sound is the faint rustle of the wind and a distant growl.Then I hear it.“Snowflake… You have to wake up.”The voice is familiar, achingly so. My mother.“Mom?” I croak, though I don’t know if I’m speaking or just thinking it.“You have to wake up, snowflake. Now!” Her voice is urgent, tugging at me like invisible hands trying to pull me back from wherever I am.But something else pulls me deeper. A sharp, piercing pain at my neck again—teeth sinking into me. It’s different this time, harsher, as if draining what little life I have left.I’m slipping further into the abyss when something cold and thick touches my lips. A drop at first, then more.Instinct takes over. I grab what feels like a wrist, and the moment my fingers wrap around it, I press it closer. The liquid is… electric, i
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Mated To Valentine Chapter 3:
The streets are quiet as I speed walk home, but the silence doesn’t comfort me. It presses against me, thick and suffocating, amplifying the echo of my thoughts.What is Valentine? My mind plays through the possibilities, none of them comforting. A ghost? A trick of my imagination? Or worse… something real, something I can’t even comprehend.The feel of his cold hands on my neck...he must definitely be a ghost. And he said he's a dead man. I saw the gravestone...that sums up.But then again, ghosts aren't real. I guess he's proof?My breath comes quicker as I approach the apartment. Every shadow feels alive, every sound louder, but yet, dull. When I finally reach the door, my hands are shaking so badly I fumble with the keys twice before I manage to unlock it.The moment I step inside, Ellie’s voice cuts through the air, almost giving me a fright. “You’re late. Where the hell have you been?”She’s sitting casually on the couch, a half-eaten bag of chips beside her. Her hair is up in
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Mated To Valentine Chapter 2:
The morning sunlight creeps through the cracks in the blinds, dragging me reluctantly out of sleep. I groan and bury my face deeper into my pillow, but it’s no use. There’s a loud knock on my door, followed by my roommate’s voice cutting through the silence.“North! Get up! You’re gonna be late, and I’m not covering for you again!”I groan louder, hoping she’ll take pity and leave me alone.Instead, Ellie bursts into my room, a whirlwind of energy in her pajama shorts and oversized band tee. She’s holding a steaming mug of coffee, which she promptly sets on my nightstand.“Good morning, sunshine,” she says cheerfully. “Or should I say, good almost-afternoon?”I peel an eye open to glare at her. “You’re way too chipper for this early.”“It’s literally 9 a.m.,” she counters, yanking the covers off me. “What’s your excuse this time? Up late reading smutty romance novels again?”“No,” I mumble, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. The events of last night flash through my mind—the graveyard,
Last Updated : 2025-01-07Mated To Valentine Chapter 1: North's POV
“Do the dead speak?”The question cuts through the silence like a knife, sharp and deliberate. I freeze mid-sentence, my fingers clutching the grass beneath me as I look up.And there he is.Perched atop my mother’s gravestone, cross-legged in that yoga pose like he owns the place, with a smirk curling his perfect lips. His blonde hair gleams in the moonlight, strands catching the silvery glow like some divine spotlight has chosen him. But it’s his eyes that root me in place...golden, luminous, and otherworldly. They’re not just reflecting the moonlight; they’re glowing, as if lit by something deep and eternal.My throat tightens.A thousand and one things pass through my head. I could run...I could scream at the top of my lungs so the graveyard keeper would hear me... but no.A strangled noise escapes me instead, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the nocturnal whispers of the cemetery.“Well?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, the sm
Last Updated : 2025-01-07
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Chapter 1: North's POV
“Do the dead speak?”The question cuts through the silence like a knife, sharp and deliberate. I freeze mid-sentence, my fingers clutching the grass beneath me as I look up.And there he is.Perched atop my mother’s gravestone, cross-legged in that yoga pose like he owns the place, with a smirk curling his perfect lips. His blonde hair gleams in the moonlight, strands catching the silvery glow like some divine spotlight has chosen him. But it’s his eyes that root me in place...golden, luminous, and otherworldly. They’re not just reflecting the moonlight; they’re glowing, as if lit by something deep and eternal.My throat tightens.A thousand and one things pass through my head. I could run...I could scream at the top of my lungs so the graveyard keeper would hear me... but no.A strangled noise escapes me instead, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the nocturnal whispers of the cemetery.“Well?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, the sm...
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