A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

Carlos chuckles walking forward, right-hand raise, and greeter. “Yo! As promised, I came back, Valerie.” Carlos proudly teases. For he knew how much Valerie is irritated with his presence near him. His naughty behavior and a big mouth that the little girl is not fond of. Is something in return that Carlos loves about teasing right toward the little commandment. “You shouldn’t have, you know how much I hate you, Carlos.” Valerie coldly replies with the underlying insult with her tone and words. Yet, it doesn’t affect Carlos, and not even for a bit. All use to Valerie’s words and treatment that he finds as the little commandments endearing affection towards him.

I put the song on play and turned to Brian. "Come on, get up," I said, holding his arm and making him stand up. "Jeez, you like old songs?" Brian asked as he recognised the song. "Hey! No matter how old, I like Can't Help Falling In Love With You by Elvis Presley," I said, hitting him lightly on the chest. "And besides, I think it's the perfect song for today. That's how a good Valentine's day must go for me, eating a delicious meal made by my boyfriend just for me, and also the desserts like red velvet truffles. How could a dance not come in here. And there's no other song better than Can't Help Falling In Love With You for a perfect slow dance. I like things old and simple." It always remi

Valerie couldn't help let out the strangled moan that erupted from her lips and reverberated in my throat. Blood rushed to my hardened area, so much that it already begun to sting and all we did was kiss for a few minutes. My senses were now filled with Valerie, her soft skin, her tender touch, the feel of her lips on mine and her scent. She smelled of lavender.

He didn't deserve the snake curled around him, whispering poison into room she should never have entered. “You talk about Eloise again,” I said, my voice low, deliberate. “You breathe her name the wrong way, look at her with anything less than reverence, I'll end you, and I'll have a fucking smile on my face while I do it.” Valentine blinked, a flicker of something behind her lashes. Fear, it slipped through her mask like blood from a crack. “You wouldn't,” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction now. “Not in front of a child–”

I could hear my ringing tone blasting from the other end of the room, how far did I drop it last night? It was Nathan who was calling me, I frowned as my eyes combated the caller ID, and I was unable to answer the phone call. I remember Travis said something about Guillotine, if I remember correctly, Guillotine is the author of the book Valentine’s Day. I picked up my phone and surfed through the internet. “Valentine’s Day,” I said aloud as I typed it into the search bar, it took a few seconds to load, and when the information came. “February 14, is also known as Valentine’s Day.”

Now she can’t get him, no matter how badly she wants him. ‘Shut up Valerie, and control your thoughts, Stefan is now someone else’s husband, far away from your reach. Besides, he has a loving relationship with his wife, they look good…….’ Valerie’s heart was so throbbing that she couldn’t able to complete her thoughts. ‘Hmm, I think it must be their love marriage.’ “This is your room.” Carol entered a room and behind her, Valerie entered and was amused to see the beautiful interior of the room just as Stefan’s choice.

Valentine stood up laughing and hugged him. "Carter, buddy how are you?" "I am fine. Long-time no see huh, and who is this beautiful lady? Must be very important because it's the first that Valentine Romero stepped here with a female other than his mother." Carter said making me blush. "Meet Crystal Romero, my wife," Valentine announced proudly and Carter's eyes widen looking ready to bulge out. "You are fucking kidding me. When did you got married? When? And you didn't even invite us." He whispered in shock and Valentine scratched his head nervously.

It was not until I stumbled upon several gigabytes of messages on Valerie's phone that I realized the truth that they had never truly ended things. Eugene texted her every day, and their conversations had long crossed the line of mere friendship. Once their car disappeared down the street, I called my lawyer and asked him to draft the divorce papers. Just as I hung up, Caleb Larson's car pulled up to my house. Caleb was Valerie's younger brother. He had a reputation for being carefree and reckless—the kind of guy who could stir up trouble anywhere he went. Valerie and I had been married for five years, and every year, she would take money from our joint account to give to Caleb. The latter c

" Ryan said "Wow!! He is so beautiful, Ryan." Valentina said "Come closer, it won't bite its completely harmless." Ryan said Valentina walked closer and was startled as the horse neighed. "Silly you, come on feed him some apples it's quite hungry." Ryan said "Won't it eat my fingers along with it?" Valentina said "Just feed it to him." Ryan replied Valentina collected the carrots from Ryan and handed it to it the horse in front of her and it ate it, hurriedly. She e took another and fed it and it ate it all yet again. She fed it for a while after which Valentina stole the horses' loyalty with just that.

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.