A Valentine Carol Novels & Stories

”I don't celebrate Valentine's, Rhea, you know that. “Oh, come on. It's a great day. There's love in the air, romance on the horizon, what's not to love?” “It’s just like every other regular day but with pretentious couples that are probably cheating on each other acting like horny teenagers that think they are in love,” She snorted. “Wow, you really know how to light up a room,” she said dryly. “I just speak the truth, that's why I only have three friends.” “You know, just because your ex cheated on you on Valentine's Day doesn't mean you should hate the holiday!’

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

“But you don’t have to get me anything, Carl. It’s fine. Really. “Come on, it's not.” “Do you really have to get me something?” Carl leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Of course I have to,” he said with a little grin. “I mean, Darius isn’t around, and he’ll probably not get you anything since he doesn’t even know. Let me tell you something about this school. On Valentine’s day, couples get pretty personal. You know how it is here, with all the rich students trying to outdo each other with fancy gifts and surprises.”

Her hips were practically perfect, fitting her tall slim figure. She adjusted her shirt properly, and cleared her throat a little trying not to stare at anyone. For hell sake, it was Valentine's day and Sam was being a jerk, how could he not even care when it was also her birthday. Valerie sighed when she looked at the glass of wine. Just one more sip from it, and that would be all. She decided to take just another glass and then leave if he still doesn't show up. Taking the last sip of her wine, Valerie poured a little more quantity inside the glass and dropped the bottle on the table.

Instead of typing it out he sent me another picture, this time of the card. Had a magical night with you last night. Can't wait to make more memories with you. I'll see you Friday bella. I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew Valentine was smooth but damn. This was like a whole other level. This was like suave and sweet and a little cheesy all in one. I texted Adrian a thank you for letting me know before I opened up a message to Valentine. I can't believe you sent me more flowers. They are gorgeous thank you so much!

she called out shivering in the cold. " What are you doing here at this time? Forget it! Get in so you can get some warmth or you might get sick " " Than-kk y-you " Val licked her lips, stretching her arm in the jacket of his suit which he offered. " No problem. Get in, good" Finally seated in the car, Carl got in and turned on the heater. As the warmth spread from the seats, Val only wrapped herself inside the jacket he placed on her like a cat in one's bed.

My eyes rolled back in escasty when he drove two fingers in, shoving them in slowly. *** We got to a gigantic black gate with a particular emblem that struck me. I was trying to catch my breath from the heavy experience Valentine made me have. Marcelo stepped out of the car holding a can of air diffuser. Valentine held his hands, with a stern look, "Don't do that. I like the scent of the car.” Red heat curled up my cheek. I walked away hiding the blush up my face from him. I pushed open the door and walked in.

The tension between Eliseo and Althea, who hadn’t seen each other in years, filled the room with uncomfortable silence. Valentine soon entered from the kitchen, limping slightly as she favored the leg she had injured earlier that afternoon when she fell into the flower bed. Plastering on a warm, artificial smile, she greeted Althea. "Althea, you’re back! Please, have a seat. I just asked the housekeeper to prepare dinner—fried fish, your favorite!" In front of Eliseo, Valentine continued playing the role of the devoted, loving stepmother. Sadly, no amount of performance could hide what she truly was—a malicious schemer beneath the surface.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

She’s pushing a wheelchair, and sitting on it is Valeria. The kids slide off me and I get to my feet. However, I falter when I see that Valeria’s face is covered in bandages. Still, my love for her grows stronger at that very moment, and I rush towards her. I hold her in my arms, burying my face into her shoulder and kissing her everywhere I can reach. She laughs and the sound pierces me right in the heart with so much happiness. “I love you,” she whispers. “I love you more,” I say.