Gay Valentines Day Cards 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!"

I could hear my ringing tone blasting from the other end of the room, how far did I drop it last night? It was Nathan who was calling me, I frowned as my eyes combated the caller ID, and I was unable to answer the phone call. I remember Travis said something about Guillotine, if I remember correctly, Guillotine is the author of the book Valentine’s Day. I picked up my phone and surfed through the internet. “Valentine’s Day,” I said aloud as I typed it into the search bar, it took a few seconds to load, and when the information came. “February 14, is also known as Valentine’s Day.”

Before the scolding comes to an end the atypically peaceful day, I step forward and hold out the bouquet towards him. “For you!” I say hurriedly, and he looks at me in disbelief at my lame attempt to escape a scolding. Valentin holds the flowers in one hand and picks up a bloody card with the other. He opens it and reads the contents, and I freeze, because I wonder who it's from and I'm scared of what's written there. “I love you and I won't let you run away from the feeling out of fear” Valentin reads the sentence out loud, on purpose, attracting the attention of the curious. “I didn't know that what you felt for me was love, miss.”

Scott clarified, “I had your gift sent here so I wouldn’t ruin the surprise. I remember you said you had trouble using the trackpad on your laptop sometimes, so when I saw a mouse with that pattern, I knew you had to have it. Do you like it?” “I love it! I have something for you too!” Rayan pulled a smallish red envelope out of his coat pocket and handed it over to Scott. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Scott took the envelope in complete surprise, opening it with a delicate reverence. Inside was a card, handmade, with a glitter heart on the front and a handwritten note inside. It read: “My dear Scott, love of my life, patient beyond compare, passionate, loving, amazing… I’m so lucky to have you. I

Things were finally falling into place. Then came Valentine’s Day. She hadn’t expected much, maybe a simple dinner or a few flowers. But Gabriel had other plans. When she stepped out of her office, she was bombarded with a smile,her desk overflowing with gifts. A bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolates, an elegant gold necklace, and a handwritten note that read: "For the woman who deserves the world. Happy Valentine’s Day, my love." Her breath caught in her throat. No one had ever made her feel so special before.

They shimmered even under the softest light, practically glowing in his arms. Grace stared. Okay… those are stunning. Honestly, even better than the first ones. But… WHY were there two bouquets? She looked down at the peach-pink bouquet again, confusion setting in. Something felt off. And sure enough, nestled in the petals was a white card. She slid it out. Happy Valentine’s Day, my muse. —G. G? She nearly scoffed. She didn’t even need to guess—definitely not Raphael. He would never write something that corny.

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…"

I felt the heat of his body behind me. My cock twitched hard in my jeans. I bit my lip and tried to breathe normally. “You brought something for your husband?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded. My throat felt tight. He let me through without another word. Ryan was already at the glass. His face lit up when he saw the card and chocolate. “You didn’t have to, baby. Thank you.” We picked up the phones. He looked tired but happy. “I love you so much. I’m sorry I ruined our first Valentine’s as husbands.”

A slight moan escaped her throat when it came to an end. "There's one more thing," Tanner softly began as she pulled out a small red envelope from her jacket pocket and handed it to the young woman. "What's this?" Casey asked while opening the heart-shaped card. Will you be my Valentine? I definitely would like to be yours. Happy Valentine's Day. Ever hopeful, Tanner. Sea green eyes couldn't believe what she read. Did I lose that much track of time? Is it already that horrible day? "It's after midnight now," Tanner whispered. "Happy Valentines Day, Casey."

he cup her both Cheeks "This is my gift to you for valentine's day"