Cupid And Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Zion strolled into the room, a tray filled with an array of Ayva's favorite foods in hand. With a mischievous grin, he greeted her in a singsong voice, "Good morning, sunshine!" His playful tone was accompanied by a falsetto voice as he exclaimed. "Guess what day it is? It's Valentine's Day and you're starting the day with breakfast in bed!"

Literally. ~ Caspian ~ Caspian normally couldn’t care less about Valentine’s Day. It was just another day in the calendar for him to get laid. But something was different about Valentine’s Day this year. He wanted to make this year special. Especially after not being able to see Audrey for the past few weeks, he was going crazy. He wanted to see her so badly and spend some quality time with her. By quality time, however, Caspian didn’t mean just him and Audrey. He didn’t mind having Killian in the picture. Any night where the three of them were together would be an epic night. And tonight was one of those nights.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

The door opened, Corey stepped in carrying a bag of groceries. "Hey, what did I miss? Now that I think of it, you both are a very nice couple. You two look cute together" he said, taking out a bottle of water from the fridge. Valentino rolled his eyes and Noelle looked away in order to hide the pinkish flush on her cheeks. "I'm serious, dude. You two look great together" Corey said, uncapping the bottle. "When did you begin playing Cupid?" Val scoffed. He laughed and Noelle blushed harder.

" Why is everybody wearing red and white like every third person? It is really red and white like cancer. Just explain it to me because you're here. Can you explain it to me? " " It's Valentine's day and you need to remember the day because you haven't celebrated love with your wife were very long time I thought that's why you asked for the day off but your father was really adamant that you come through to the office today so that he can give you a piece of his mind and then you can go back home and think about your sins but since you're not doing that and says you've been up truth right now let me remind you do something else romantic for Cleo even though it's Valentine's day you can also

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.

“Oh! We need to prepare for the new boss. He is taking over today. There is a lot to organize.” “Yes,” I said, nodding. “I will get on it.” As she walked away, voices floated through the air, laughter following them. Someone mentioned Valentine’s Day. February 14th. Lovers’ Day. Tacha joked loudly about how every married house would be full of moaning tonight. Another laughed and said she planned to exhaust her husband before midnight. Then my colleague came back, grinning mischievously. “Seraphina,” she said, lowering her voice, “tell me, do you have something special planned for your husband tonight? Any dress that will make him want to eat you alive?”

I answered him. Lei and B. These are code names that we use for official transactions. Colby’s code name is Tres. Blake didn’t answer on the intercom. Usually, he’ll just answer a simple ok or thanks. I noticed it but didn’t make it a big deal. Then I heard a ding on my message app. “Thanks. Wanna grab dinner?” It was from Blake. I felt my face burn red and my heart suddenly raced. I think I stared at it for too long because he sent another one.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"