A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

Abel was unmoved, and the car did not show signs of slowing down. Ruth glared at him angrily. When she was about to lose her temper, Abel took a small box out of nowhere and handed it to her. “This is a Valentine’s Day gift. If you don’t like it, you can throw it away, but I won’t pick it up for you for the second time.” Ruth was silent. Her eyes were downcast, and her eyelashes fluttered.

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.

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

"Open it." Shaking her head, she reached for the box and pulled out the card first. To my woman, best friend and personal problem– it's a wonder my blood pressure is still normal– happy Valentine's day. I doubt you remember, so i'll try not to be too mad. I expect something, though. A kiss will suffice. Or fifty, I don't mind. ~Brandon. Beth was lost, mortified and deeply touched all at once. It was Valentine's day?! Scrambling for her phone, she took one look at the date and squeezed her eyes shut. Yolanda chose that time to squeal, startling Beth.

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

"Just that I feel it's too sudden." "Do you not feel nothing for me? Anything at all?" I couldn't respond because I had nothing to say. The truth was that I had already started redeveloping feelings for him, but I was being cautious because I couldn't tell if really it was love or if I was just infatuated with his peaceful presence. "If I asked you to be my Val, would you agree?" My eyes almost popped out of its socket. "Josh, Valentine is still a long way." "I know, that's why I'm asking now."

Caroline freezes, her eyes narrowing. Valerie stands there, looking down at them. But what catches Caroline's attention is the dress she's wearing. Valerie is wearing Darius's oversized white dress shirts, the fabric hanging loosely over her bare legs. ‘Valerie didn't lie to her earlier.’ Caroline thought races as hot tears stings her eyes as a violent volcano of emotion erupts. Silver explodes with a savage, bloodthirsty snarl, demanding to rip the vixen to shreds. Yet, Caroline maintains her flawless composure. She doesn't allow her rage to show.

It was a smooth and deadly sound. “Ansel? That one is mine,” I heard Valentine’s voice. The man called Ansel shrugged and let go of me. “I thought she’s just someone else held captive.” “She’s just someone else, alright,” Valentine said, fishing both his hands inside his jeans pocket. “Someone that can make Vlad weak.” Ansel arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh! That woman! I see,” he said. “Exactly.” “Clever,” he said and tapped Valentine’s shoulder. “I thought she’s someone we can share like her.”

said Valencia with a puffy cheek, which only added to Valencia's rarely seen cuteness. "It's nothing. You must have heard wrong, dear." Asher started the engine of his car. His lips couldn't stop smiling at Valencia's cuteness when she was angry and annoyed. The car took the two of them away from the Hoult mansion area, carrying Asher's heart, which had felt more alive since Valencia's arrival by his side. There are many things that neither Asher nor Valencia understands about each other. But that didn't mean eroding the feelings of love that Asher had felt since they first met.

His tongue thrust inside my slit, moving in and out like it was a dick. “Oh my. Damon, fuck.” He broke away for a second. “Mr Valentino works too.” Then he dived back into eating me like I was a meal. Was that a kink of his? Did he get turned on by being addressed as Mr Valentino? I could barely keep my hips still but that didn’t stop him. While licking around my clit, he inserted a finger in me. When it went in too easily, he added another finger. I let out a cry. “Fuck.”