Can You Have More Than One Valentine Novels & Stories

My original plan was to sleep after the marathon of anger, cry and drink, but Valentine had something in his mind and started kissing me. "You have no idea how long I waited, Erica," Valentine said in between little nips of my skin, enough to cause real pain, enough to entice a rush of endorphins to be released into my bloodstream, causing excessive pleasure to rage throughout my body. He's playing to my compulsions, riling them up for what's to come...he needed them in his corner. Valentine is almost identical with Vlad so I let him be. I just imagine he was Vlad. I squirm underneath him, his hands running along my body, over my clothes, feeling my body, his fingers firm...so demanding.

Valerian intended to mark Isolde as his own on their wedding night, a declaration of their eternal devotion. As the day of their wedding drew near, the world around them seemed to shimmer with their shared anticipation. Yet, destiny held a cruel twist in its grasp. Two days before their union, Valerian encountered his soulmate – a bond that defied all logic, a connection stronger than any he had ever known.

The lights inside the room were dimmed, although it was dimmed enough for them to see each other. They were standing near the bed, with William behind her. “I want to see you wearing it again,” William pleaded. His breath tickled against her neck as he moved the strands of Valentine’s hair aside to kiss her nape. “No,” Valentine replied promptly. What was he thinking? They already had a three-year old Xavier and a two-month old baby Yvonne to watch over. They just couldn’t simply hit a home run now that they had company.

Instead of typing it out he sent me another picture, this time of the card. Had a magical night with you last night. Can't wait to make more memories with you. I'll see you Friday bella. I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew Valentine was smooth but damn. This was like a whole other level. This was like suave and sweet and a little cheesy all in one. I texted Adrian a thank you for letting me know before I opened up a message to Valentine. I can't believe you sent me more flowers. They are gorgeous thank you so much!

She bent down and opened the second drawer and took out a picture. "You are supposed to marry me. I even gave you my first kiss. Now see, I need to kiss someone else and get married to him. Arghhh!! Why does mom want to get rid of me so soon? Just wait and see, the day when I'll find you, I'll divorce my so -called husband and elope with you." Valentina made a promise to herself. She has loved only one person and will always love him no matter what happens. "My baby!!!"

Lucas said as he waved goodbye while I waved back in return. Valentine came like every other holiday in my calendar but it was also the busiest time for me. Letters, gifts, cards, pictures, invitations, matchmaking and creepy postcards from unknown and known images. I wonder if humans knew valentine was not just to show erotic love but charitable and kind love in honor of St. Valentine. “Charlie!” Shawn announced boldly as I paused. I turned back and stared with disbelief when I saw Shawn holding a bouquet of pink roses and a basket full of gifts before I smiled.

Summary: A young woman gets a surprise gift from her husband on valentine's day. It turns out to be a glimpse of her past life, and she finds herself pleading to be used by not one, but several strangers. •••••••••••• A Valentine's Slut (Part 1)

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

“You need to stop fooling yourself into thinking you have multiple. You have a choice to make.” I glanced at Valentin, hoping he would chime in and help me out. He was staring at the place where my hand met Kairos’s chest. His jaw was clenched, eyes pin-pricks of black in the gold. He lifted his head and met my gaze. “Multiple fated mates is possible,” he said. “But don’t delude yourself into thinking I am one of those. I am your headmaster and I have no intentions of courting Miss Smith in any way.”

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.