A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

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.

Still unwilling to stop, he gave my body one last vicious squeeze before rolling off me in frustration. The next second, Calvin suddenly began to sob. "Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He cried as he trembled, gently stroking my cheek. "I really love you. I can't bear to let you go. "But I have no choice. I really don't." I forced down the humiliation and rage, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. "What happened?" Calvin sniffed. His face was full of sorrow and false devotion. "Quinn, you're too beautiful. You're perfect.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

Don Cariello's face had also changed from that of a cunning, deep-thinking boss to that of a middle-aged thug hitting on a blonde, blue-eyed beauty. "How about calling me that just once?" Valentine's gaze became even more menacing. "...Alright, alright. You're really cold." Don Cariello raised both hands as if he hadn't expected much. Then he immediately added with a grin: "But that's your charm." His hairy, thick hand moved stealthily toward Valentine's forearm. But before it could make contact, Valentine stood up. "Then I'll trust in Don Cariello and take my leave." Having concluded his business, Valentine turned without hesitation. Eugene followed behind him.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

“She’s dangerous. A woman like that could lead a man to folly.” Vegas didn’t respond. He was too engrossed in Valentine as she reached the peak of her song, her voice slicing through the air like a well-aimed dagger. When the last note hung in the air and the crowd erupted in applause, Valentine didn’t soak it in. Instead, she offered a slight curtsy, her smile mysterious, and vanished behind the velvet curtains as quickly as she had appeared. Leaning back, Vegas made his decision. “Send her a rose.”

This is Geology for god’s sake and not a fucking pickup line class or dumb forums for dumb boys. Valentine is a clear shot joke! In the end, I have to answer all five of the questions on my own, to the best of my ability with my independent brain, and my own stock knowledge and my trembling hand and my own damn sleepy eyes. Valentine was just there sitting right in front of me playing something on his phone. He’s so insensitive and rude and handsome, and above all of that, he was a dull, stupid fatuous person.

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.

a voice said, “if I had known who you were before-hand, I would have taken you out when I had the chance. It would have solved so many problems.” “W-w-w-who are you?” “I’m Valentina Carina,” she said, “and I’m going to make sure that you and Mason are never together ever again. He was my first love. I’m the one that deserves him. You never should have had him in the first place! He was going to reject you for me. We should have been married by now, we should have had our own family…you kept me from that. That’s okay. It won’t be a problem once I get rid of you---”

her voice croaked and shaky, as her direction was directed toward Valentine. Valentine nodded. “Aww,” Helen cooed. She wrapped her arms around Valentine and brought her cheek against hers, then the other side. “I almost forgot my gift,” Valentine chuckled briefly. Her words made Helen back away and she handed over her gift to her mother-in-law. “For you.” “What’s this?” “They’re Filipino Coconut Macaroons.” “They’re my favorite.” Helen smiled, looking as if she was about to cry.