Captain America Valentine Novels & Stories

I stayed at the edge of the room eyes never leaving them. A teammate spotted me and wandered over. It was one of the younger guys. "Hey Volkov you showed up. Looking sharp man. Where is your date?" he asked with a grin. "No date," I said keeping my voice flat. "Came alone. You seen the captain?" He laughed and pointed toward the dance floor. "Yeah he is right there with Clara. They look good together right? Media loves that shit. Perfect couple for the photos." "Good together?" I repeated. My tone came out sharper than I meant. "You think so?"

"Just that I feel it's too sudden." "Do you not feel nothing for me? Anything at all?" I couldn't respond because I had nothing to say. The truth was that I had already started redeveloping feelings for him, but I was being cautious because I couldn't tell if really it was love or if I was just infatuated with his peaceful presence. "If I asked you to be my Val, would you agree?" My eyes almost popped out of its socket. "Josh, Valentine is still a long way." "I know, that's why I'm asking now."

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

“She is the true force here. Adrian was the simple key to activate who she really is.” Eva stared at me, confusion flickering across her face. “Valerie?” I nodded slowly. “She radiates power, Eva. You don’t see it because you’re blinded by your hatred for her. But I felt it. She isn’t just some ex-wife or some obstacle. She is something more. And whatever she is, it’s connected to Adrian.” I traced the rim of my glass with a single finger, my thoughts unraveling in perfect clarity.

I couldn't see through the veil but I could feel him staring intently at me. “And you Ms Vanessa Blackwood, Do you take….” “I do” I responded before he could finish. I wasn't going to let Katherine ruin our lives or my wedding; I needed her to know that it was Damien or nothing else. Soon it was time for the vows. Damien reached into his pocket bringing out a note. Taking a deep breath, he began. “Vanessa Blackwood, From the moment I met you I knew that you were the…” He paused. “Fuck it” he muttered, tossing the note away. He leaned closer, reaching for my hand as he gripped it tightly. “I didn't know what it meant to love a woman until I met you, You were different from other women I had e

I crossed the balcony and crouched down. It was a box. Small, the kind that might hold letters or keepsakes. I told myself I wouldn’t open it as I picked it up. I told myself that for the three seconds it took me to lift the lid. A photograph on top. Franklin, younger, softer in the face than he was now. And beside him, Vivian. Her head was turned toward him. His was turned toward her. And they were kissing… not a friendly thing, not something ambiguous. A real kiss, captured mid-moment, private.

He looks like he wants to be back in Valentine’s arms too, but also like he might bite the man at the same time. Valentine’s expression is a mask of hurt and sadness. For what, I don’t know. Is he just feeling pity for me because of what Marvel told him about my ex-boyfriend that I didn’t like anyone to speak about? Levi. He had been good to us, but things didn’t work out when he insisted to know more about Marvel’s father. “You are a grown man with big boy money, Ben. Why don’t you march your butt in there and get your own Skittles?” Valentine tells Ben, clenching his teeth.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

Valentine continued as he assumed his palm with the same hidden instruction as the earlier two times. It turned out that his waving his palm in signal to them wasn’t to tell that they desist from any idea of coming to his aid, rather, it held much more. With that, his supporters then shrugged amongst themselves to pry out a few somewhat captives from within the horde of whom May and Martin drew familiarity. Samantha, Ross, Raymond, Fay, Sarah had been the captives. “This, I believe, are the resistance.” Valentine said, as he waved to one of the warlocks to fish out Fay.

"So… Valentine is my uncle?" Seraphina nods, a dark, humorless laugh escaping her lips. "Yes. Valentine is your uncle." Selena's breath falters, caught in a vice of shock. The revelation surges through her, a tidal wave of emotion crashing violently against her defenses. It isn't merely disbelief that consumes her, but a profound sense of betrayal, mingled with forbidden desire. Valentine—the one who had always captivated her, stirred something primal and magnetic within her. The same Valentine with whom she had shared that electric, momentous kiss, a fleeting yet searing connection. Now, the bitter truth unravels, weaving itself through her mind like a poison: Valentine, the very man she ha