A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

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.

I peep to see her lying on the floor soaked in a pool of blood. The sight of her blood angered me. I dash inside without thinking. Brian followed since he had no choice. I was shocked when I saw Rosie. There was some other lady with her. “Look who we have here? The lover boy. Are you here to save your lost princess?” She laughed. “How fun it was playing with you two. Oh my bad! No introduction. I am Valentine. That name should ring a bell right?” Valentine? My eyes widened when I realized. The only Valentine I have heard of is Andrea's friend. I looked over to Andrea and she nodded weakly.

"Next, it's time to clean up what's left of the Valentino family." I didn't take it. I only watched as Renato was shoved into the car. The taillights grew smaller and smaller— Until they disappeared into the night.

She didn’t need to guess who sent it. Excitement swelled in her chest. She slid into the car, picked up the bouquet, and read the small card tucked inside. “Meet me at the VIP’s elevator.” That was it. No “sweetheart,” no “love, Dixal.” She pouted slightly. That man could never bring himself to write anything tender. Then again, knowing Dixal—he was always more expressive in person than in letters. A soft smile curved her lips as she inhaled the fresh scent of the roses. They were newly picked. Yellow Valentine roses—her favorite. He remembered.

"When you do something wrong, you pay for it. Sign this, and we can still be husband and wife." Someone grabbed my hand, pressed my thumb into the ink pad, and forced it down at the end of the contract. Joy flashed in Vivian's eyes. Matteo took the agreement and left with her. When the door closed, my heart finally died. I struggled to my feet, closed my fist around the broken ruby bracelet, and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. When the line connected, the other side was silent. Salvatore Valenti, the don of the Valenti family, never needed to raise his voice to stop Chicago’s night in its tracks.

It is also famously known to be in a top museum that wasn't accessible to ordinary people! Valencia's expression was glazed, and she strode into the mansion without taking a glance at the guest. It was as if Valencia didn't notice that a party was going on. Mr. Carter's face reddened in fury. Today is Mr. Carter and Amabella's wedding anniversary. How dare Valencia show up in such a manner, especially while in a black dress and holding a bouquet of lilies? Did Valencia think she was attending a death anniversary? He pointed at Valencia, his chest heaving and falling due to fury, and parted his lips to chide. “You unfilial child, how dare you show up on your father's wedding anniversary in a

walking forward without looking back anymore. Valerie walked down the street with Marcel by her right side, her left hand holding a bouquet of white tulips that meant sacred, pure love, friendship, and devotion. Valerie deliberately wanted her wedding to be simply decorated in all white and a touch of purple flowers. "This is love...When you can accept all the flaws to be a complement in your life. When you are willing to share 24 hours 7 days every day just to love and understand each other. Although people who have never been in love will say you are crazy...but they will not know when you get a treasure called eternity." Valerie said in her heart while smiling as her footsteps stopped in

His face was cold and miserable and Shay was having second thoughts of saying anything to him. "Where to?" He asked concentrating on the road. "Huh?" Shay replied confused "Where should I drop---- he paused staring on the red mark on her cheeks. She noticed his stared and she covered her cheeks" I was breaking up a fight and I got hit silly me wouldn't mind my own business " she said smiling embarrassingly "You didn't answer my questions Miss Valentine, where should a drop your off?" He said keeping his focus on the road. Just tell him Shay and stop being stubborn... You're damn homeless!

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

I am not a nosey person, but something is telling me to have a peep. A bright red car is parked across our school gate. People are whispering questions and admirations for the car and the owner of it as he seems to be well off. “A sugar daddy, perhaps?” I heard someone say. “He doesn’t look that old to be a sugar daddy. Maybe a hooker’s client.” They giggled. The car owner waved at me from inside his car. “Leilah!” Colby’s grin sent squeals from the girls watching him. At the moment, I really want to bury my face underground.