A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

It’s as if he’s challenging me to change my perspective. Today is Valentine’s Day, and as the taxi carries me towards my destination. I take a moment to observe the city around me. It looks different today. Love seems to infuse every corner and the vibrant hues of red burn my eyes. Heart-shaped balloons dance in the air and storefronts are adorned with captivating displays of flowers and boxes of chocolates. Couples stroll along the streets, their affectionate gestures, a testament to the romantic ambiance enveloping the city.

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.

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 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 was in absolute shock, never in my life did I think I would get a car as a gift from someone. "No, no mistakes. It's yours, Elle. No ifs, ands, or buts. It's yours. I knew you wanted one and I was looking for the perfect time to gift it to you. And, Valentine's day was the best choice. A day dedicated to love, and the most perfect day to give my girl a gift of love." I jumped in his arms, a tearful laugh escaping my lips. "It's perfect. So perfect! Thank you." "Anything for my princess."

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.

Everything I owned, I worked for. "The card, Adeline. If you want a divorce, you will leave the card behind and everything else it paid for..." This asshole.... But of course. "Ask your mother..." I spoke, turning to face the nightmare I was still married to one last time. I knew then what card he was yapping about. "...she snatched it right out of my hand the very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own despite being married to the richest man in the country. "...I paid for it with my hard earned money. Sign the papers and send it in, Grayson. If you don't,

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.

But after the third ring, she stood up slowly and walked to the door. When she opened it, Katherina stood there holding white flowers and a box of Valentina’s favorite chocolates. Katherina gave a gentle smile. “I brought these for you. I know you’re still hurting badly.” Valentina stared at her for a long moment. Her face stayed cold. She stepped aside without speaking and let Katherina walk in. Katherina placed the flowers and chocolates on the coffee table. “How are you feeling today? You looked so pale and weak in court.

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.