A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

Before the scolding comes to an end the atypically peaceful day, I step forward and hold out the bouquet towards him. “For you!” I say hurriedly, and he looks at me in disbelief at my lame attempt to escape a scolding. Valentin holds the flowers in one hand and picks up a bloody card with the other. He opens it and reads the contents, and I freeze, because I wonder who it's from and I'm scared of what's written there. “I love you and I won't let you run away from the feeling out of fear” Valentin reads the sentence out loud, on purpose, attracting the attention of the curious. “I didn't know that what you felt for me was love, miss.”

“Go, my son. I’m sure that girl needs you more than I do right now.” Carlo hesitated for a moment, guilt pressing down on him. He bent down, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll be back. I promise.” As soon as Carlo disappeared through the door, Valentina’s face hardened. The frail, teary-eyed woman from moments before was gone. Her grip tightened on the bedsheet, her eyes cold as stone, devoid of emotion.

As Valentine's Day approached, Asmo, the former king of hell, found himself drawn to the orphanage where his favorite employee, Maria Ave, had been raised. With the cool breeze of February blowing through the city, Asmo arrived in style, driving the latest model of a sleek car, his coat catching the attention of passersby with its elegance and finesse. Entering the orphanage, he was greeted by the harmonious voices of children, turned into a choir under Maria's guidance, singing the timeless melody of 'Ave Maria'. Mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him, Asmo observed from afar, marveling at the beauty of their performance.

On our fourth Valentine's Day together, my boyfriend, Ivan West, gave me a rock he had found on the side of the road while his true love, Kelly Gibson, got a ten-carat diamond. I stared at the rock icily and left it right where it was. Ivan called me materialistic. "Millia, I only gave Kelly a diamond because she needed it to make jewelry. It's not because we have some other kind of relationship. And besides, I've spent plenty on you before. Just because I didn't get you some fancy branded things this time, you refused it. You're way too materialistic."

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.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

" I said. That was true. Valentine's Day isn't always a day that needs to be spent with someone who is romantically involved with you. It's a day which could be celebrated with anyone whom you love. To whom you wanted to feel loved and special. That's her for me. She is the one who never left my side even for a second. I knew sometimes disagreements happened between us. But that's how we all called to be human. We didn't need someone who agrees to everything. But we need someone who stops us when we move wrong. That's her in my life. "To you too. I am a proud mother today. But that...' If you shout at me like that day.' Ah! It hurts, haha." she said dramatically. Suddenly my cell phone start

It wasn't long before the end of the month arrived. Carina picked every yellow chrysanthemum in the garden in preparation for the banquet. "Valentina definitely bribed Donna Marchetti to go after me on purpose last time. How could anyone possibly dislike it, especially since yellow is such a delicate color? Besides, the bouquet I put together looks so pretty. "I'm going to give every guest present a handmade bouquet and thoroughly humiliate Valentina!" Carina burst into loud laughter in the garden.

Maybe in voicing it aloud, I, too would be able to come to terms with the reality of who Valene was to me, and the fact that the love of my life had come back into the picture. “When Caris and myself were going through difficult times, we both veered off the path of fidelity. I…shamelessly sought my pleasures in other avenues-ones considered taboo, I daresay," I finally confessed. "In my mind it would be easier to detach from someone...like her." “She’s a human…isn’t she?” asked John. “Her scent is strong and…sweet, just like that daughter of yours.” “I don’t know what she is, John. I do know that she was once a human. She was during the time that I had the pleasure of knowing her. She was a

This is confirmed when I only see one car in the driveway. Valentine looks at me, then nods his head before going around the left of the cottage while I take the right. We’ve done this many times before and have spotted something the other hasn't. Since we have incredible eyesight and the ability to see in the dark, covert operations are not a problem, especially since this one appears to be sensitive. We meet up in the back, both of us shaking our heads to say that we saw nothing when we hear something similar to water slowly dropping on a carpeted floor inside the cottage. But by the way Valentine’s eyes flash crimson and he walks ahead, I know that it is definitely not water.