Bubble Guppies Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

Donald’s cheeks were flushed, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Honey, happy Valentine’s Day. You don’t like roses, so I bought gardenias.” “Honey, I didn’t forget our promise. On Valentine’s Day, I’d buy you gardenias and spend the whole day with you.” Angela lowered her gaze and stared at the bouquet of gardenias in his arms for a few seconds. Then she raised her hand and slapped it to the ground. The flowers fell headfirst onto the asphalt, bounced twice, petals breaking apart and scattering in the wind.

Scene – Campus Courtyard, February 13th Posters flapped on every board in sight: Valentine Bash @ The Dome – Feb 14th, 6PM Love. Laughs. Lights. Red attire mandatory. Helena rolled her eyes as she passed the board. “They’ve turned romance into a full-blown campaign.” Tessy grinned beside her. “And we’re attending, like good citizens of love.” “I’m not dancing in heels,” Helena muttered. “No one said you had to,” Greg said, sliding in beside her and casually wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You can lean on me the whole night.”

He leans his lips inches from mine and says “Happy 21st my love.” I reply in a hast with a “thank you.” Kingston just shakes his head before pressing his lips against mine for a very well deserved kiss. He pulls back and gestures to the room which I hadn’t even noticed because well I may have just been staring at him with a smouldering gaze. The room is filled with baby blue and white balloons along with blue hearts and butterfly balloons along with small wrapped gifts in paper to fit the whole aesthetic of the room right now.

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her up the stairs, leading her to a penthouse with a terrace. Finn set her down, and Bella started toward the bed, but he grabbed her hand, leading her outside to the terrace where Ryder and Kai were leaning over the balustrade, talking. “There you are,” Bella laughed, throwing her arms around them both, pulling them close. She leaned in to kiss them, but the sudden burst of fireworks in the sky startled her, causing her to pull back in awe. The fireworks displayed the words,“Happy Valentine’s Day, Bella.” The students outside erupted in cheers as everyone gathered to watch the fireworks.

I turned the key into the latch and barged into the house. Red and white balloons are decorated everywhere, it was Valentine's day and I was so excited to celebrate it with him. We would play video games, cook together, and dance to romantic music as we do every Valentine. But this year Valentine was different and a little too cold for a romantic day. My Romeo was not in the room or the library so I decided to check in the kitchen. There were few murmurs in the kitchen. I decided to eavesdrop when I saw my best friend on his lap holding a glass of wine.

she asked, her excitement about my mom’s wedding genuine. “They haven’t set a date yet, but they’re leaning toward Valentine’s Day,” I said. “Probably Valentine’s Day.” Gabby nodded, glancing at her husband. “We’ll be there,” she said, speaking for both of them. “See you inside!” Gabby said to me. They walked off together after that. I sighed, rummaging through my bag for my ticket. When I found it, I handed it to the attendant at the ticket station and waited for the upgraded pass before I stepped out of line.

Valen gave a slow smile, one of satisfaction that never quite reached his eyes. “Anita,” he murmured, watching her as she walked away, his gaze fixed on the sway of her hips. He returned his focus to the puppy in his lap. The little dog nuzzled closer into his side, warm and calm. The music shifted. A new song played through the speakers—Gangsta Love Letter by Llona. Valen tilted his head as the melody filled the air, and he began to sing softly with the first verse. The puppy raised its head and looked up at him, ears twitching with curiosity.

“To two years of us. And to whatever comes next.” Chino clinked his glass. “To us. And to next.” They ate slow. Laughed at Liam’s puff-puff—“Taste like Canadian donut try to be Nigerian.” Chino told him about Valentine’s in Lagos—street hawkers selling heart balloons, couples sneaking kisses in corners, churches preaching against it all. Liam listened, eyes soft. After dinner, they moved to the couch. Liam pulled out a small box—wrapped in brown paper, red ribbon. “Not big. Just… something.”

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

Button up your overcoat When the wind is free, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me, Boop-boop-a-doop. There were bells on the hill But I never heard them ringing, No, I never heard them at all Till there was you. We may only have tonight, But till the morning sun, you’re mine All mine; Play the music low, And sway to the rhythm of love. Happy Valentine's day! Cheers!"