A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

Her voice broke as she spoke. Carlos chuckled in disbelief, neck craned to the side as he regarded her. Valerie violently wiped off the tears from her eyes, watching as he walked up to her. “Do not try to play dumb with me, Valerie.” He scoffed. “I don’t know you to be that stupid.” He added. “Carlos.” Valerie’s lips trembled as he got closer. Pain tugged at her chest violently. “I hate you, Valerie.” Carlos said in an audible whisper when he got close enough.

Oh how naïve little Ricky was. Valentine's day, 2014. I got a cute message in an envelope and an Element cologne sprayed on it which meant it was from a man. I showed it to my then best friend Carla and she fangirled over it and for days we would decide to open it over ice cream and get too excited to open it and just leave it till the next day.

Despite all the horrible things that has happened, Karl had went out of his way to make an amazing valentine's day a couple of days ago. I was irritated with the cast and even though my bruises had faded away, i still got bad headaches and was still jumpy. So i though we would out off Valentine's day this year. Karl hadn't said a thing that morning either so i though he didn't know it was valentine's day. But to my surprise, he had made it the best night of my life. The bracelet around my right wrist was the gift he gave me after a romantic candle light dinner. Karl catches me looking at my charm bracelet and smirks.

"Ma'am, are you feeling unwell?" Madelyn dug her fingernails into her palm. "Get out!" she said. "Your face..." "I said, get out!" After the meeting, Zach did not go straight to the hotel. Instead, he went for dinner at a restaurant with Cecilia. Based on the calendar, Valentine's Day was every fourteenth of the month. An attendant brought over a stalk of red rose and placed it in front of the two. Zach took a sip of wine and said, "You went to see her at the hospital today?"

But as I took my seat at the table, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Valentine walked in, his presence as powerful as always, though he seemed less tense than usual. He held a small wooden box, its surface covered in strange carvings I didn't know. His eyes met mine for a second, and I gave him a little smile trying to ignore the worry that gnawed at my insides. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth but lacked the warmth you'd expect. "I have something special for you today." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity sparked as I watched him open the box. Inside sat delicate glass vials, each holding different herbs and powders. He picked a few with care, his movements e

What if they were put in danger because of this? “Miss, if you don't want to take our car, you can take a taxi, and we'll pay for it!” Mr. Cornelios added, as he had to complete his boss's mission, and handed the gift card to Valentina again. ”The card will expire today, and I believe you don't want to miss this chance.” “Can I go alone?“ Valentina was tempted, as she could use the money to buy new clothes for the fall. “Of course!” Cornelios replied.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

For what, I don’t know. And then I find it. A handwritten note tucked between the pages of an old novel. My breath catches as I pull it out. I see Carlos’s handwriting staring back at me. My dear Emily, Every day with you is my favorite day. But today? Today, I appreciate you even more. Happy Valentine’s Day. Carlos. The memory comes to me. That day. The way he had kissed me slow and deep before handing me this card. I was surprised. The marriage was a contract. We weren’t supposed to do anything romantic. Still, Carlos was full of surprises.

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

I ask. She nods. "Yep. Looks like some woman is sending him flowers this time." I scrunch up my nose. I have no desire to see this man. I glance down at the card and read the message. Cum be my Valentine. Miss Barton The miss is underlined for some reason. Gross. I wonder if she'd want to be his Valentine if she knew how many women he went through. Sue lays down a ten-dollar bill next to the flowers for the cab. "All the orders are out for delivery. After you drop those off go get ready for your own Valentine's Day." She gives me a knowing smile and I blush, trying not to give anything away.