Creepy Valentines Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Stupid, sexy cult leader. Is this the first step in indoctrinating victims? Stupefy them with the hunky men in this town. I won the lottery having Valentine be my mate on this road to madness. I want to ride him all the way to crazy town. “Ready, baby?” Valentine’s deep voice causes me to peek at him from the corner of my eyes. “For what? Are you going to call forth demons now to transform you into a dog?” “Wolf. No demons, though. Sorry to disappoint."

The creep asked and I sneered. She looked at me like she was about to eat me up right away. “So sign the divorce papers Babe, you belong to me nonetheless." I sang happily to Valentina who looked like a ghost. “But you forgot about the deal." His wife chirped and I laughed. “Wrong assumption, try again." In a blink of an eye, the creep was in front of us and in a heartbeat, she grabbed the file from Valentina's weak grasp and tossed it away. “What do you think you are doing?" Valentina sounded pissed but the creep doesn't focus on her, she looks at me.

They need to act soon, or Valentine will be lost forever. Chloe stands by his side, her hand hovering just above his chest, afraid to touch him, afraid that even the lightest contact might awaken the dormant darkness. Her heart races, an ineffable sense of dread gnawing at her gut. She knows the gravity of what lurks beneath Valentine’s skin. The creature that now skulks within him has the power to consume not just his body, but his soul, and then it will come for her. This thought sends shivers down her spine.

"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.

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

He started to step closer, slowly but methodically, his dominance overwhelming the room. "Scream all you want," he stated, a cruel amusement running through his voice. "Nobody hears you, my sweet Valentine." The endearment dripped like venom from his lips and froze Valentine, her chest heaving as she glared at him with a mixture of rage and terror. He leaned down so close that the scent of him-an intoxicating blend of musk and danger-infused her senses. His finger brushed against her quivering lips, a touch so light it sent shivers through her.

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.

It must be funny. “ You really have a death wish, ” Elyna can’t hold herself anymore. This guy is totally some psycho and bullshit. “ Wooo… Now I’m get to see some crazy bitch of Elyna, ” Adryan pretended to be scared. Then he laughing so hard. Elyna already reach her limits. “ You bastard!, ” Elyna shouting out loud as she feel really angry and can’t control herself anymore. “ Found you. ” Suddenly, there is a man with scary face that full of snake and other shape tattoos appeared in front of them.