Novel & Cerita Booktok Valentines

I lie in a wet, panting mess in our new bed, relearning how to breathe, as their arms and legs wrap around me then I hear it, a bark and I lift my head, and there’s the sound of paws padding on the floor, then a moment later, a dog bounds into the room and leaps onto the bed. I laugh and grab him as he licks my face and theirs, that’s when I see the bow. It’s a red Christmas bow with tiny Santas on it, but written in fancy gold calligraphy are four words. "Stay Here With Us"

“You’re the Crown Princess now, for fuck’s sake.” I wanted to roll my eyes. “See? Even your brother agrees that a book signing event is a terrible idea.” “He’s right, Tara. As much as it pains me to admit it, and you know I hate this guy, but he’s right. You’re using yourself as bait to catch him. What if he doesn’t show up? Or what if he shoots you from a distance? Jesus.” “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?” I glared at Valentine. “Why do you hate me exactly? For loving your sister, for saving her, or protecting her?”

Inside was a vintage edition of my favorite book—Pride and Prejudice, a beautiful leather-bound copy that must have cost him a fortune. "Alex," I breathed, running my fingers over the embossed cover. "This is too much." "It's your birthday," he said simply. "And you're my best friend. Nothing is too much." He hugged me goodnight, and I stood in my doorway watching him walk away, holding my book and my flowers, feeling more cared for than I had in months. Miles didn't call until the next morning. By then, Valeria's "panic attack" had mysteriously resolved itself.

"Why are you flipping out?" "Because... because..." Val’s mind was a static mess. It felt like a violation. Had he bought them to laugh at? To mock the "soft" guy who wrote about fated mates while playing a blood sport? If he made one joke—just one—Val was gone. He’d walk back to Valentina’s Bayside Condo and never look at a puck again. "You told me it was all fake," Finn started. "That the sex in books isn't real, and no guy is that good, right?"

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"

he said in a guilty voice that I forgave him right away. “That’s okay. This is what you gave me so this is it. I’ll put it between the pages of my favorite book.” I turned to him and kissed him sweetly on the lips. We looked into each other's eyes, and I knew he could see the amazement on my face just as I saw it on his. “Is my Valentine’s gift really that important to you?” he asked gently. I nodded repeatedly. “Yes. You don’t like Valentine’s Day but you did this for me, so yes.”

I gave Bray a look that told him to hurry the hell up. I was so not equipped to deal with fangirls. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked, stopping next to the girl and setting our drinks on the table. Okay. Now she was shaking. And was she—oh God, she was crying a little? What is this insanity? “This is Valentine.” I smiled tightly. “She was wondering if she could get your autograph.” “Well now!” He turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “You sure can. You got a pen and paper?”

She felt so loved and cherished in his presence. "I promise," she said, kissing his cheek. Alexander looked at her longingly as she left to go home. He relished the delicious dinner that she cooked and wrote down the steps and instructions that she had taught him in a notebook. He would treasure it for the rest of his life. He remembered the promise she made him and his mood instantly changed and he felt euphoric and content.

It simply meant knowing when to step back. I eventually went inside, but I stayed near the entrance. Valentina noticed. “You're not coming?” “I am.” “You're standing there.” “I'm giving you space.” She smiled slightly. “That's new.” She shook her head and walked deeper into the bookstore. For the next twenty minutes, she looked through books, picked up a few, put them back, and complained about how expensive everything had become. At one point, she held up a book. “I remember buying this one when I was seventeen.”

Ruby is a special assistant assigned to help with all of Valerie's needs. "It's okay Ruby. Did you get what I wanted?" Valerie's eyes glanced at the paper bag of a bookstore she wanted to go to but, Valerie couldn't because being in a wheelchair while choosing books was not something she was comfortable with. "Of course, I got the book you wanted." Ruby with her sweet smile handed over a paper bag with two limited edition books Valerie ordered. "Ahh thank you, Ruby." Valerie spread her arms and immediately greeted Ruby with a warm hug.