Descendants Valentines Mga Nobela at Kwento

“True, that’s the one good thing. Although that selfish David hasn’t let me see her dress.” “Uh... well, it has to be something special.” “You’re not helping.” “Right. So, what do you have planned for Valentine’s Day?” “Huh?” Jayden looked at him, puzzled. “Yeah, remember? Friday is February 14th.” “Oh no! I completely forgot!” James giggled at the sight of his dad’s exaggerated expressions. “Don’t laugh, son,” Jayden pouted. “But you’re right, this would be the perfect day to kidnap her from the office and spend it together.”

"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.

he told them while rolling his eyes. "You promised all of us you would give us gifts. You're unfair, Miss Felicity," Daldalita blurted out like a child. Other servants agreed with her, nodding their heads. "Yeah, I did, but Christmas is over," Felicity reasoned out. Felicity could see the protest and disappointment on their faces and he kind of enjoyed it. "There is still Valentine's Day," Daldalita hissed. "Why, do you even have a heart?" Felicity teased her.

The room quieted. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, voice steady and noble. “Thank you for joining us on this momentous evening — to celebrate the 23rd birthday of my beloved daughter, Valerie Elyse Vale.” A polite wave of applause followed. I stepped forward, offering a soft smile, and nodded at the room. “But tonight’s occasion is not simply about a birthday,” he continued, eyes scanning the room with pride. “It is also the day the royal seal awakens — the ancient bond between the Vale and Albourne families, bound in trust, legacy… and unity.”

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."

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.

“She… she's not like that.” “Oh, yeah?” Ildara snorted. She began to unpack the contents of the suitcase; the rest contained only clothes and several necklaces with black stones. “Listen, Venus.” Ildara emphasized when saying the name of Venus. “I'm telling you a legendary true story in Dasina. Amerta is Bizura; his grandfather Giris Druiksa is Bizura; Langit is also Bizura. Then one day, somehow they, Amerta and Langit, were involved in one-night-stand love. And you were born—someone that everyone just knew—Venus the princess of Bizura. The only pure Bizura descendant; not just crossbreed. Then—”

He wraps an arm around me, pulling me tight to his side, "You could have called me to come get you." I scrunched my nose, "Your dad said you were dealing with an invasion." Valentine throws his head back and laughs. "Kind of! He considers it to be one" he smiles and shakes his head, "My dad isn't a fan of eccentricity. He thinks the people visiting us right now are too loud and eccentric” “Who?” I can’t help but to ask. Valentine grins, “Family of Ben and Courtney. Ben’s twin sister and her mate and then Courtney’s cousin from her dad’s side. They’re from Miami and have loud personalities.”

“Now listen -” “What you’re doing is wrong Gabriel. These descendants pose no threat to you or to humans. Quite the contrary in fact.” It was that word again. Descendant. Descendant of what, he wondered. “The way you think of yourself is also wrong, but it is not your fault. You should have been educated in our ways. You should have been mentored, although your hunting is quite unique. I’ve never come across a vampire that tries to kill, what he thinks, are his own kind. Not in all these years.”

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?"