A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

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.”

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."

But the next second she knees me in the crotch so hard it sends me to her feet. “Caroline…!” I call after her, but she looks me dead in the eyes and tells me. “I hate you.” and left, like she was never here. I gather myself and chase after her, but Valerie crosses my path dressed in sexy lingerie. “Alpha,” she purrs, stopping in front of me as her fingers begin to trace my chest, moving downwards. Her fingers were a few inches from the bulge in my pants when I seized her hand, stopping her advances.

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.”

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.