A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

I snatched it up and quickly scanned the looping handwritten note. "Darling, as I'm sure you're well aware, today is Valentine's Day. While every single day is like Valentine's Day for me as long as I'm by your side, I wanted to do something extra special to celebrate our love and romance this year. So, I took the liberty of arranging a little surprise for you - an outfit I hand-picked myself, perfectly tailored to show off your gorgeous figure. I hope you'll humor me by wearing it for our evening together. All my love, Karl." I felt a wide, delighted smile stretching across my face as I hurriedly began ripping into the boxes, my heart fluttering with anticipation over what Karl could have p

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

My heart hammered against my ribs, the sheer noise outside making my chest feel tight. Valentine reached over, his large hand covering mine completely. He squeezed my fingers, his warm thumb rubbing slow, steady circles over the back of my hand until my grip loosened on the dress. He didn't say a word, but the heat of his skin burned right through my cold fingers, anchoring me to the seat. The valet stepped up to the car, pulling the rear door wide open. Valentine stepped out first, his tall frame instantly blocking the swarm of flashing lights for a second. He didn't look at the press, and he didn't adjust his dark suit jacket. He turned right back around, reaching his large, steady hand in

shoulder and arm "Because your name is beautiful.. Valentine , why would they call you Val only?" I didn't expect to hear that from him to be honest. That's the sweetest thing that I've ever heard from someone. "Valentine is mouthful you know" I looked at his eyes "Not for me" My heart isn't cooperating right now.. it kept beating so hard "Today is weird" I said bluntly "You like it though" He said and I chuckled agreeing with him "You make me so pissed today" I glared at him

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

Those tiny fingers trails itself on my bulge, sending electrified wave through my body. Without a second thought, I claimed her luscious lips, her fingers tangled in my hair as she returned the kiss a like more passionate. I thought of clearing the table and having her right there at that moment but on a second thought, I didn't. We have a long night and I need to savour every bit of it. "Tonight, we are young, sweetheart." I mumbled between kisses. It took me every morsel of self control left in me to untangle myself from the steamy passion.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

I’ll project the image on the side of the warrior building for the day just for her. These other two, her f*****g cousin and my pain-in-the-ass sister… they don’t get that right. Carli doesn’t wait for my reply. She gets out with a smirk, knowing she has me in a corner. Whatever. Courtney will tell Valentine, and I have already talked to Parker. By the feeling of the constant buzzing of my phone in my pocket, I’d say he got my text. VALENTINE POV Marvel is all smiles for Simone and Carli, much to everyone’s amusement. His “foot broke” conveniently, so he asked Carli to pick him up and carry him inside, which she readily agreed with.

Broadcast the boom boom boom boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom boom boom boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom boom boom boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom boom boom boom And make 'em all dance to it Broadcast the boom boom boom boom And make 'em all dance to it Valentine might get destroyed at that point, but he’ll soon move on quickly, and I’ll live a happy life after. That’s probably a double win for me. I’ll hurt Valentine, and I’ll get away with it.

If her life were a horror movie, this was where the creepy music would begin to play. On her way to science class, Jane saw Mary. She was wearing red heart-shaped earrings and a sweater with pink hearts embodied in it. Mary was the kind of girl who welcomes the V-day with open arms every year. She had a sheaf of small white envelopes in her hand, obviously valentines. Jane couldn't tell if they were all for Mary or from her—or all snatched away from somebody else. "Jane," Mary said when she saw her just outside the science room. She sorted through her pile of envelopes. "I have a valentine for you."