Novel & Cerita Ace Valentine

"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."

My clench tightened and my brows arched in ange “Impossible! I am way more handsome, richer and whatever he thinks he is “More egocentric too Daniel added I was silent but he could hear my anger in that silence. After I deal with that brat Kuke , I will make sure he gets his own share for thi He continue “Look I don’t mean to add insult to your injury but you’ve forgotten so soon, Valerie isn’t moved by all this you mentioned, she might be attracted to you but she is someone who hardly let go when it comes to feelings, she is stupid enough to go to her best friend’s wedding as a chief bridesmaid because she loves that hard, don’t be surprised if she welcome that same friend today” “What are

"Alpha." "Valentine," Vaela says, gesturing toward me. "Fiorenca." "Frankie," I correct automatically. Vaela clicks her tongue. "That is not your name." "It really is." Valentine beams, she's been handed a new puppy, she lunges forward. Her arms pull me in an enthusiastic hug. I'm struck by how genuine she is, there isn't a single sharp edge hiding underneath her warmth. I've spent enough time with shitty ass people to know kindness is often transactional. Valentine's isn't. The empathy pouring off her feels limitless. It almost hurts.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

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.

“You look like you made out with an emotional hurricane.” I ran a hand through my hair. “More like got run over by one.” “So?” she wiggled her brows. “What happened after I bailed like a good little bestie?” I reached for a croissant and chewed slowly, trying to gather thoughts that were all just loud versions of Ace touching my hand. Ace said he wanted me. Ace said no more secrets. “I don’t know,” I said eventually. “He said things. Big things.” Valerie leaned closer. “Define big.”

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

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.

he gestured between them “—never changes.” Amelia smiled, warm and full. “Welcome home, Val.” He smiled back. “I’m home, big sis.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she watched Valentine devour the last of the pancake like it was the best thing he had eaten in years. “So,” she began casually, stirring her tea, “do I have a sister-in-law somewhere in the world that you are hiding from me?” Valentine laughed, almost choking. “Girlfriend? No. Not yet.”