Anti Valentine's Day Party Novels & Stories

Violet It was the night of Patrick and Valera's thirty-fifth wedding anniversary and the preparations had been going on all month. This evening, their property looked fitting for a party with it's elegant decorations fit for a ballroom. Under the constellation of the fairy lights, the entire space was birthed in a soft, romantic glow. Tables were draped with ivory linens and gold rimmed flutes with sparkling champagne were passed around.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

Zara pouted dramatically. Ava laughed, gently rubbing her round belly. "I hope I have a girl too. You two are just too adorable." Bella carefully slid another hairpin into Ava's hair before stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely stunning." "Thank you," Ava said as she looked at herself in the mirror. "But seriously," Bella groaned, "why did Kelvin choose Valentine's Day for his wedding? I need to know what his plan is." "It's romantic," Ava replied with a smile.

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?"

Valerie told Dante. "And he is just going to listen to you and do that?" Camilla asked. "Yes, we have a bond. He created me, he is like my vampire father and I am his beloved only child, he will do it" Valerie replied confidently. "This is just weird" Geremia remarked. "Agreed". Dante said. Valerie ignored them and turned to Camilla. "You will be helping with the party Silvana is hosting right?" he asked. "Yes" she answered. "Make sure there is a lot of alcohol and fun things and activities to do" he told her.

She turned to see him leaning against the doorframe of the closet, still gloriously shirtless. She looked at him and smiled, then shook her head. A flash of relief crossed his face, quickly replaced by understanding. She was glad he didn’t press the issue. He knew her well enough by now to understand her aversion to such events. Valentina wasn’t particularly fond of parties, getting drunk, or dancing with strangers. The loud music, the forced small talk, the constant networking - it all felt exhausting to her. She’d only do it if she needed to unwind after a particularly stressful week, was coerced by a friend (usually Nancy, with her puppy dog eyes and promises of “just one drink”), or had

Even though we were no longer together, he did not deserve to be with that evil bitch. Price mentioned that the engagement party would be held tomorrow. With the help of the internet, I quickly found the venue where the engagement party would be held. It was one of those big suite hotels. Classy, of course, but it seemed like Diella was the one who picked this particular spot. Anyways, it didn't matter. What mattered was that I was planning on crashing that engagement party. I spent the entire day literally preparing for that moment. I got a dress ready, and even did my hair.

Sienna – my roommate – had approved it with a nod: "If he doesn't kiss you after this, I'll kiss you myself." Zara had read it over FaceTime with her jaw tight. "Don't give him this." "Why?" "Because Caleb Park has been eating your devotion like a free buffet for four years and the only tip he's ever left is you're like a sister to me. Don't hand him your heart on paper so he can set it next to his protein shake." I didn't listen to Zara. I never listened to Zara about Caleb. But that was about to change. The Valentine's party was at the hockey house as usual. I'd gone every year since freshman year – always beside Caleb, always in jeans and his spare hoodie, always pretending the ache in my

Every pack invited had accepted and preparations to host some one-thousand un-mated wolves had thankfully gone off without a hitch. Eva watched as the last details were put into place. They had hired several giant gazebos and decked them out with a stage for bands, a dance floor, bars and tables. Eva had done some research on Valentine's day hoping to incorporate some of the human festival into their evening but quickly shut down the idea when she was bombarded with pinks and love hearts. Even the most romantic wolf would have cringed. The Hellhounds had been accepting of an event that didn’t involve keg-stands and beer-pong but pink and love hearts were pushing it too far.