Cupid Valentines Novels & Stories

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

"Alright." A few days later, Eugene scraped together a loan, and the two of them quickly threw together a small, private wedding. Valerie was terrified of her parents finding out, so they only invited Eugene's side of the family, keeping the entire affair a secret from her own. By that afternoon, I received the wedding video in my inbox, courtesy of the event company they had hired. I genuinely spared no expense on Valerie's care, providing her with a medical team that monitored her daily. I made sure she had the best nutrition and the most expensive prenatal supplements.

"I am irrevocably in love with you and I don't see myself stopping any time soon. Rather, I see myself spending the rest of my life with you. No pressure though." I blinked repeatedly. No pressure? He basically told me that he wanted to get married to me and be together forever and he was saying no pressure right after. "I feel the exact same way, Princess," Rowan added. "I want to be with you, Cassie. I want to love you forever. We want to love you forever. Would you like that?" My breathing hitched. They might have as well just proposed to me. I was only twenty-three but I also couldn't see myself being with someone other than the Valentino twins. I was in love with them in such a short ti

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"

"What's a valentine? Why do I see people passing around flowers and sweets in some parts of the Kingdom?" "Hmmm, who are they giving those gifts to?" "I mostly see boys and men give their ladies these things and call them their valentine. Why valentine?! It feels like they're coming for me!!! They can't do that!!" His mother laughed at his adorable angry face. She tapped his nose and made the six year old prince sit on her lap. "Valentine's Day is a celebration of romantic love." "What's that??" the young prince asked wide eyed. "A sacred love shared between a couple. Like those men and women you had seen."

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

' Which was why I'd always found it strange that the cherubic winged-god was seen as a universal symbol for Valentine's day. All things considered, his capacity to create love equally matched his capacity to create heartache. Cupid being an imperfect promoter of Valentine's day was just one of the reasons I'd never been a fan of the annual event. Sure, like most businesses, I was hoping to profit from it. But now that the faux holiday had indirectly led to Gray catching me buck-naked as I filmed myself climaxing in Apartment 202's living room... I wanted nothing more than to erase the accursed date from every single calendar in existence.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

As we stepped out of the chapel and into the sunlight, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Edmond, my husband. The word held a new weight, a new beauty. "I love you," I told him. "I love you more," He answered. More like promised. "Ehm... Ehm..." A familiar voice interjected, her voice rasping with urgency, drawing our focus toward her. "I hate to break up the cringe lovefest, but I am on official business," Cupid declared, her tone a mix of dry humor and matter-of-factness as she approached us. "Congratulations, by the way. Your union is another win for Snuggle, and we hope we did the best we could."

"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.