Anti Valentine's Day Party Novels & Stories

She added as she walked out of the class with Camden and Maeve. The rest of the day just seemed to go by faster than usual, Valerie getting in trouble with Niko, Diana and her girls and her having to deal with Maeve’s hyperactivity. “Do you guys want to come over to my house? My parents are out of town and I want to throw a party.” Camden announced. “When?” Valerie asked, she needed a distraction, everything going on with her pack being against her for not doing anything to the humans especially after Jade’s death, she needed to get distracted.

In the center of the ballroom stood a large, black cake, adorned with gold and silver accents, and written on the cake with amazing calligraphy is- Val's 23rd. The DJ who stood in the corner of the large ballroom spinning dark, club-like music immediately got bored because no one was listening to the music as everyone that was invited to the party was wealthy and stuck up. Some people were happy to be there while some wanted to leave as soon as the birthday girl came downstairs to blow her candles, cut her cake, and make a group toast. Some people were there to cause mischief while Valerie was just happy to be celebrating her birthday with Alan by her side.

As usual, the hotel's marketing department organized a special internal event for office staff to celebrate Valentine's Day. This year's theme was "Feeling Nostalgic," allowing everyone to send a secret love letter to someone they admired, just like in school. Many staff members were eager to participate, even though it wasn't mandatory. Each secret love letter would be collected in a special box placed next to the door of each department before February 14th. The letters would then be distributed to their recipients on the big day.

I closed the fridge and sat beside Valentin. He pushed the book to the centre. It was an album, filled with an endless amount of pictures fitted to accommodate whatever space it could take. “This is the last picture Anton took before he left.” Valentin pointed at a picture. Isaac and Leslie made a huge heart shape with their hands in front of a university building during St. Patrick’s Day. “Would you care for a drink?” Valentin asked, shaking the half empty bottle. “I’m fine with water.” “Turning down an old man’s offer. That’s sad.” Valentin snickered.

I just shrugged and Paige and I continued walking. “Oh, My Goddess!” She gasped this time around, looking into the phone and I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, what is it again?” I asked and she showed the phone to me. “There’s a valentine's day festival holding at City’s square tomorrow. And alpha Kurt’s one of the guests” she said as I looked into the phone with surprise, going through the news. What? . “Oh! Vee, what will you do? If alpha Kurt goes to the festival, then he won’t have time to celebrate Valentine's Day with you tomorrow” she said pitifully and I feebly returned the phone to her, not able to say a word.

"Yes, those were words I said in the heat of the moment. They're not true." I sneered. This happened on the day of their company's annual party. Derek had shown up all dressed up, while many employees were curious about what I looked like. Nancy took a sip of whiskey and said, "Nothing to be curious about. He's just a freeloading husband. He's not nearly as handsome as Derek." Derek happily held Nancy's arm and said, "Ms. Curtis, just show us a picture, hmm?" Nancy looked at him adoringly. "You're the most handsome to me. Let's not bother with him."

will you at least come and meet him before saying no? Val sighed dramatically. "I hate you." "I know." Liv said,face hopeful. "But will you come?" Val looked around the table. Every single member of the family was smiling. Even Ethan. Especially Ethan. She groaned. "This is why I hide in Florida." "When's the show?" Ethan asked. Livvy smiled. "Valentine's Day." The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan's head snapped up and his chair scraped back. "No." he said forcefully.

I smiled, a look both seductive and resolute, full of fierce determination. "As long as you're with me, even Hell is nothing more than an amusement park. "And one more thing…" A cold glint flashed through my eyes. "I have special plans for Calvin." Jackson burst out laughing. He pulled a black ring from his pocket. It was the Godfather's signet ring, engraved with the family crest. Like a repeat from a previous scene in my life, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand and slid the heavy ring onto my ring finger.

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.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"