A Valentine Carol の小説・ストーリー

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.

And then. The bell above the door chimed. A courier entered, carrying the largest bouquet I’d ever seen. “Delivery for… Selene?” The entire room froze. I raised my hand. “I’m Selene.” He handed it to me. Deep red roses. Dark, dramatic, almost violet in their intensity. Dozens of them. Thorns and all. My fingers trembled as I pulled out the note. Happy Valentine’s Day. I’ll be waiting at the Gilded Fang tonight. – L

"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.

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.

She had high expectations from him since he always showered her with loads of love and affection. Haven sang along with the song which was playing from her phone. She was having her morning coffee while sitting in the patio. The oven dinged, making her aware that the chocolate chips muffins were done. She baked it, especially for James. She reached the oven, and the aroma of the muffins filled her kitchen. She felt satisfied with her baking skills. The muffins were baked with perfection. She immediately shifted them into the container and packed the bag with a few more little gifts she had brought for her boyfriend.

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.

Valentine was ready to stop the cargo. “Time out!” he shouts “This is the end of the road for you today, stop and hand over whatever you are carrying or else it will be bloody” he shouts at them but the carriages weren’t stopping, forcefully, he didn’t need to put extra effort anymore when he sees them up close, Valentine could see the humans pointing their crossbows at him. But well, that wouldn’t be enough to worry him even if it was a silver arrow, such a trivial thing could only catch his attention at best.

he called over his shoulder, ducking as Carmen swung her shoe at him. "Explain? EXPLAIN?" Carmen's voice rose to a shriek. "You drugged me! And put me on a plane without my consent! How dare you?!” "But It’s a surprise!” Liam protested, weaving around seats and then suddenly stopped shouting, “ Happy Valentine.” With his arm stretch out. Carmen skidded to a stop, breathing hard, her brow furrowing as she hissed through gritted teeth, “It’s November, you idiot.” “Is it?” he blinked. Then suddenly smiled again, "But still, it didn't matter. Valentine can be celebrated at anytime….”