Booktok Valentines Novels & Stories

Acid-free Preservation Folders, brittle logbooks, and centuries-old cargo manifests stood in neat, dusty rows. Valentina’s breath caught. I could almost hear her thoughts. This place was like a second home to her—the dust, the scent of forgotten ink, the thrill of secrets buried in parchment. She was already half-lost in it, fingertips brushing across labeled spines like she was greeting old lovers. I sighed and cleared my throat, needing to break the spell. “Valentina.” She didn’t even turn around. “Why can’t you look at me the way you look at these books? Should I summon a book fairy and have myself turned into a first edition? Maybe then you’d read every page with that much care.”

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

“Sorry, Magnus, I have something for you…” Dorothy said, softly holding out a card, “I hope you…” Magnus tore the card into pieces without a word or a look. Dorothy gasped and bolted from the lake where Magnus often hid from his friends and Alpha training when he needed space. His eyes widened with shock at her running form. Confusion gripped him until he looked down at the grass, noticing it wasn’t a note from his best friend; it appeared to be something else. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he pieced it back together. Horror washed over him as the card went back together. He swallowed hard as he put the last piece back together. It was a Valentine’s Day card she was asking for him to b

His eyes grew soft and another part of him grew hard. I loved his reaction to me… it made me feel powerful. "Hellooo cupcake," he purred. "This isn't a you-let-me-get-all-worked-up-and-then-pull-away thing is it?" I shook my head. "Oh no. This is an I-tease-you-for-a-minute-and-then-you-rip-my-clothes-off thing." "Oh God… this is the best Valentine's Day gift I've ever gotten." He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering in all the right places. "You have no idea how hard it's been for me to wait."

"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 opened Val’s journal once again and stumbled upon another entry, this time written on the day before Christmas. I couldn’t help but smile. Val had written about Kian being a complete pain in the ass, running around the house and asking her about his present. She had mentioned how difficult it was to keep the present a surprise from him, as he was constantly peeking and snooping around the house. Despite her frustration, Val had ended the entry with a heartwarming note, expressing her love for her brother and how excited she was to spend Christmas with her family.

“I am bored of waiting.” Quiet hung between them. Thick. Alive. “You left the pack to find yourself,” he said. “Now you are building something bigger than any pack.” Valentine stopped close enough to feel his heat. “I did not leave to vanish,” she said quietly. “I left to decide.” His eyes dropped to her mouth. Came back up. “And what did you decide.” “Everything,” she answered. “No apologies.” The bond moved. Not pulling. Just there. Aware. “You are not asking me to stand with you,” he said.

Yet her heart couldn't help but feel warm. One of Valencia's wishes is to have that teenage experience of having the boy of her heart sneakily knock just because he wanted to see her face and hand her things. An intense feeling immediately hit her, and her eyes brightened. Immediately, Valencia stretched out her hand and grabbed the heart-shaped balloon. Suddenly, a photo book appeared in Valencia's view, and without hesitation, she picked it up. Immediately, Valencia opened it and began to go through the pictures. Immediately, those years of Valencia being in Maverick’s office and pervading around him while trying to do things to make him happy appeared in her eyes in the pictures.

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

I warn myself not to do this every darn day, but I still do and end up walking into someone - and today is no different. The chest I bump into feels like solid rock and when I nearly keel over backward, an arm gets slipped around my waist and I slam right into that chest. “Gotcha,” came the silky purr of Valentine. He’s wearing a wide grin on his face and those green eyes sparkle as if they were gemstones. I should be used to the color since it’s similar to my own, but there’s just something about his eyes…. “Oh! Uhm… thank you,” I stutter and try to wiggle out of his hold, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, his smile falters a bit, and his bows crinkle into a small frown.