Novel & Cerita Creepy Valentines

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

and perhaps they never would. Then came today. A strange scent hung in the air... roses and sugar, sweet perfume clinging to every corner. I blinked at the pink streamers taped to the windows. Hearts cut from glittery paper swayed from the ceiling. Valentine’s Day. It had always been something that belonged to other people. The soft ones. The loved ones. Never me. I stirred the same violet potion three times longer than I needed to, just to keep my hands busy. Girls giggled near the break table, hands full of chocolates and red envelopes. A courier entered with a silk-wrapped box, and one apprentice actually squealed.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

It'll be better for everyone. "Isn't it just money you want? As long as you leave, the Valentino family won't treat you unfairly…" Her words grated against my ears. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. My heart only grew colder. Suddenly, it felt as though something inside me tore open. The effects of the drugs vanished completely, as if the invisible restraints had shattered in an instant. Beneath me, I felt a heavy mass dropping rapidly. I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat.

I saw two girls holding each other's arms under an umbrella from across the street, giggling cutely at the image of us hugging, and walking especially slowly so that they could look at us a little more. They couldn't see that I was crying from this distance right now. They thought this moment was a romantic moment for a couple hugging each other, but this moment was actually the most gloomy moment when my heart collapsed, my soul was thrown, my body went numb. The most striking story of trying to keep myself alive from the crumbs of my shattered life.

It was a drug marked forbidden by The First Vampire King for some reason which was not stated in history. Crystellar are also known as love pills of Eleneas that makes someone addicted to a person they constantly think about. Tears fell from my eyes as I read the label, and I felt my heart turn to ice as I realized what Daniel had been doing to me all this time. My own husband. My lover. The closest to my heart had been using me, manipulating me, and controlling me for his own selfish reasons. I held the bottle of serum tightly in my hand, feeling a rage brewing inside me. It was time for me to break free from his control and take back my life.

Slowly and steady Valerie began to open her eyes and when she saw him, she smiled. "You scared me babe!" Valerie chuckled and said, "I am sorry, I had a slight headache and didn't know when I was going down" Leo grabbed her up and took her inside to rest. Later that evening, Valerie began to hear strange voices and they were feeding on her head and they all chanted the same thing; "Kill him!" " Kill him!"

The cover was embossed with a four-point spiral—burned in, not carved. “Debt ledger,” Julian said. “Every vampire in the valley owes Elias a tithe. Blood. Secrets. Lives.” He opened it. Pages fluttered like moth wings. Names. Dates. Amounts in ounces. My name was on the last page. Celeste Vale – Spring Princess – bound to Seras & Remy – tithe: the valley’s breath. I stared. “What the hell does that mean?” Julian’s voice dropped. “When you and Seras shared the crown at Homecoming, the valley noticed.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

They were about to speed out through the door when Valarie stopped them. “Oh, it's you.” Iago breathes out as she stepped towards him, they were about to embrace each other before she forced her hands into her heart and he dropped. “Goodbye Iago DeAndre. Your time is up.” Valarie smirked before dropping his heart. Chloe shrieked. She stepped backward and bumped into Hayley Michael. “Hello, my highschool friend.” “She is a vampire.” Valarie told Hayley. “I know, she's so cold.” Hayley snickered.