Gay Valentines Day Cards Mga Nobela at Kwento

There was also a card being slipped inside the flower bouquet. 'Who the hell give this to me?' She wondered. She looked at the calendar on her desk only to realize that today was February fourteenth. It's Valentine's Day. Kathleen immediately took the card and read it internally. In her mind, she was guessing that those flowers and the blue velvet box were from Rodney. Yet, her guess went astray in just a mere second after she opened the card. 'Wear it or else I'll fire you. Don't even think about returning it. I'll cut your bonus if you do that. Be a good girl. Love, Aaron, your handsome boss.'

I asked teasingly She laughed softly "Of course Miss Collins." "Good choice." I smiled before bending over and opening the cabinet to get the red gift bag I had prepared earlier this week As I handed it to her she smiled "You're too sweet." "I thought I was a pain in the ass?" I teased She glared at me for a moment before rolling her eyes "Don't ruin it." She pulled out the card and opened it before looking up at me with a beautiful smile "You really got me a math themed valentines card?" I grinned "Of course I did."

It was as if I suddenly felt a desire to be with Valentina tonight. I stood up and approached the gay. “Excuse me,” I said. The gay turned to me, raising his left eyebrow. “Why, Eli?” “Can I have Valentina for tonight?” I asked him. “Oh, dear, Valentina is very expensive. Apparently, she will be having her next performance after an hour. She can't—” “I can double her price, faggot,” I said and showed him the black diamond card that only super rich people have. He was surprised when he saw that.

She turned around, and found that the man’s eyes seemed to be fixed on her, but said nothing. “What’s wrong?” Summer thought there was something wrong with her and looked up and down. “Why won’t you use the card I gave you?” Mark stared deeply at her with his eyes narrowed. She paused slightly for a moment, and then smiled, shaking the paper bag in her hand, and said, “Mr. Valentine, it was only $220. Is it worth a swipe?” His handsome brows furrowed and his stare deepened. “Well, what about the $700,000?”

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

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.

“Maybe someday you can design something that’d mean a lot to me.” Yves smiled. “I’ll look forward to it.” Saint returned his smile. “Thanks for accepting my courting gift. It means a lot.” His face was the color of a tomato and Yves didn’t think he could be endeared any more than he already was. It is a courting gift! Yves’s heart fucking flipped inside his chest. Did one cartwheel and then another before settling in his ribcage. “No one has ever got me anything thoughtful except Valentino,” he said. “That was eleven years ago.” His smile was sad. “Thank you for this.”

Kevin asks. “When I was four, I made mom a Mother's Day card and I thought if I had a dad I would make him a Father's Day card too. So, every year after that I made you a card. There are four cards in here for you," Kevlyn explains. Kevin takes out the first one. It is made from blue cartridge paper. It has pencil shavings glued on it and Happy Father's Day Dad is written in gold. Kevin breaks down in tears. “I love it, thank you Kevlyn."

The card that laid on top of it read a simple 'Happy Valentine's Day' with no name or anything. Although I did have my worries as to whether I was being stalked or something but I avoided that by simply putting it down as flowers for my mom who had many secret admirers despite her cat that her husband was a freaking cop, when she used to have her own business a lot of guys would try and hit on her and every rear for valentine's we get a lot of roses and gifts solely because many people know her address as it would be on her business cards and whatever. Leaving the box there, I left for school.