Anime Valentine Novels & Stories

Through her jittery nerves, Angelica indulged in the elongated kiss, beginning to hum against her brother's lips. Her body buzzed with liquid electricity as Roman spoiled her, giving her what she wanted. What she deserved. She had never had a Valentine's day so good, and she felt justified as she luxuriated in her brother's treatment, deepening the kiss and pressing her body against his.

He quickly accessed the inbox and began to read all the messages. [TAMA MY LOVE] ~ Babe, what do you want me to get for you from here? No need. Your presence is enough. ~ ~ Are you sure? Of course. You’re my love. What matters more than you? ~ ~ You can always blow me away. I’ll do anything to make you happy. ~ ~ Aw, you’re so sweet. Oh, right, I’ve got a Valentine surprise for you. ~ ~ Me too. Hmm, what is it? Good news? ~

"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 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."

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?"

RUBBY'S POV For a moment, all that existed was him, his touch made me feel like I was something precious. After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled apart both of us breathless. Alex licked his lips as though the remnant of my lips was still there. I rested my forehead against him, with my eyes still closed. "Happy birthday," he murmured. I smiled and rested my fingers lightly against his chest. Maybe I wasn't ready to say yes to being his Valentine, but I also knew I wasn't ready to let him go either.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

And Valentine. He was smiling broadly, teeth slightly showing. Valentine was gleefully smiling at the opportunity to repay a grudge he had nursed for over twenty years. Eugene couldn't bear to look at him anymore and drove his gaze down into his coffee cup. He felt detached from this space dominated by anger, bloodlust, competitiveness, and deep-seated grudges. Eugene swallowed the intense desire to kick away from the table and flee, along with his lukewarm coffee.

If it hadn’t been Valentine snatching me from there, I would have died by now. “I will take care of her, master. Don’t worry.” Lola assured while squeezing Valerie’s hand who smiled kindly. I wish I had my mother as well to protect me all these years from this cruel world. “Alright. I am leaving.” Valentine announced standing up while wiping his lips using a napkin. Victor followed his lead. Adjusting his jacket, Valentine suddenly walked towards me and I stiffened. My eyes widen in horror as he leaned down and kissed my cheek, softly. “You don’t have to work anymore. Just study, exams are approaching. Same goes for you, Valerie.” Valentine said eyeing both of us sternly then left. My cheek

His hair was slightly mussed and there was something warm in his eyes that made my stomach flutter. “Ansel.” I looked around the room again. “What is all of this?” “Valentine’s Day,” he said simply, like that explained the insanity of rose petals covering every surface. “I know what day it is—” “Good.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. He sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers trailing down my jaw after. “Then you know we’ve been planning this for weeks.”