Captain America Valentine Novels & Stories

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?”

And Valerie just sat there taking it because somewhere inside her head she genuinely believed love was supposed to cost pieces of herself. By the time the footage reached the end where she quietly transferred all the money and sat there trying not to cry, I felt bile and anger rise to my throat I hated seeing her cry. It made me murderous. “She sent everything,” Hawthorne informed carefully. “Every cent from the sales.” I kept staring at the paused footage of her curled against the couch looking heartbreakingly small inside my giant living room. “She didn’t even hesitate long,” Hawthorne added quietly. “She’s stupidly loyal,” I muttered.

"She tried. You didn’t care enough to hear it." Ava didn’t stop. "You want to know the funniest part? She didn’t even need your life. She was Elena Valenti. She had guards, cars, money, a father who could buy your airline if he got bored. But she gave all of it up to stand behind you." Julian gripped the phone until his knuckles went white. "I didn’t know." "Because you never asked." Ava’s voice dropped. "You loved having a woman who waited, cooked, packed, forgave, and never made you feel small. You didn’t love her. You loved the service."

I had tried to be the cold, rational captain who protected his rookie from the circus I had created, but the second I saw him at that mixer, letting some random lacrosse prick touch him, every single logical thought I had ever possessed had burned to ash. I was weak for him. I was completely, irreversibly ruined for anyone else, and as I wrapped my arm a little tighter around his waist, pulling his bare back flush against my stomach, I realized that fighting it was a losing battle. "You're thinking too loud, Captain," Jules mumbled, his voice thick and raspy with sleep. He didn't open his eyes, just shifted slightly, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of my neck. His lips brushed agains

They sat, letting their exposed feelings warm their cold hearts and evoke new flames of love in it. "I'll contact him when they wake." She murmured, nestling in his hold. "Okay." He agreed, already making his own plans too. When Antonio and Valentina wake, he'd take her to see a witch. ********* Two days later, Valentina woke first. And her first act was to pay homage to her alpha. And she didn't rise from his feet until he gave her leave to. There was trouble.

I sneered before grabbing my bag from the couch and storming out, my mind racing. It was when I was finally downstairs, I realized that I was in an entirely different state with no way home, “Fuck!” This was exactly why I hated Valentine's day. I didn't get cheated on this time, no, instead I was used by my fucking boss. I bet he sent his friends pictures and updates of me. Those times I thought he was talking to his company, it was his friends. A fucking bet!! Ughh I stood outside the hotel, trying to ignore my anger but it was impossible.

will you at least come and meet him before saying no? Val sighed dramatically. "I hate you." "I know." Liv said,face hopeful. "But will you come?" Val looked around the table. Every single member of the family was smiling. Even Ethan. Especially Ethan. She groaned. "This is why I hide in Florida." "When's the show?" Ethan asked. Livvy smiled. "Valentine's Day." The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan's head snapped up and his chair scraped back. "No." he said forcefully.

"Tony. My love please..." Tony scoffed, and shot a look of betrayal towards his best friend. "What are you doing here, Valentine?" Valentine clamped her hands together in front of her, obviously pleading. She would have gone down on her knees, but she stopped herself, reminding her guts that this small man in front of her was her son. "Come back home with me, my love. You know you are my life. My best friend. Please." Tony's eyes moistened, but he blinked back the tears immediately before they would betray his strong–man–attitude. "Which home exactly am I coming to? The one you ruined?"

Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar. King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him. A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady. The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.

Marcus was accompanying his assistant Sarah to the prenatal care wing, his hand hovering protectively over her back. Being an Omega without a wolf spirit, I couldn't sense mate bonds or smell pregnancy pheromones like other wolves could. But watching Sarah lovingly caress her swollen belly, no enhanced senses were needed to understand what I was seeing. "I'm so sorry the morning sickness made us late, Marcus. Some Valentine's Day this turned out to be." "Are you kidding? Finding out I'm going to be a father to a pure-blooded wolf pup... this is the greatest Valentine's gift I could ever receive."