Happy Valentines Day Sweetheart Novels & Stories

She squeaked. “It's a long story, Paige. But I think he isn’t entirely mad at me anymore” I replied and she screamed. “Oh, my gee! I’m so happy for you, bae. Finally. Well, it's a good thing, you know? I mean, you can’t have your mate mad at you when valentine's day is right around the corner” she said and I rose my brows. Oh! Valentine's Day. I almost forgot. It was three days.

Vidhu instantly liked him and both of them started petting him. Laughter filled the home, making my heart swell. Nothing could make you feel content like seeing the happiness of your loved ones. They two were playing with him without caring for the world. I started liking that pup. Also, I am happy that my wife loves my valentines' day present.

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.

Like she might just float away if she was not careful. Her phone buzzed in her palm. Avery looked down at the screen. A message notification glowed against the black background. Her heart stopped when she saw the name: Liam. She opened the message with trembling fingers. The words appeared on the screen like a slap across her face: "Sweetheart, why can't you just keep your little ass somewhere?" The world tilted sideways. Avery stared at the message until the letters blurred together. Her eyes filled with tears she had been holding back all day. All week. All month, really, since everything started falling apart.

As I wiped the pollen off my skin with a wet wipe, I shook my head and replied, "It was on sale, so I bought it." He eased up right away with a half-smile. "You sneakily munch on this sugary stuff all the time. No wonder you gained weight." We had been married for five years. Charles never cared about my birthday, but he remembered every little special thing about Avery Simpson. I would have felt wronged and argued with him in the past, but now I could not be bothered to say a single word.

"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."

Delbert paused then said softly, "Yes, today is the Valentine's Day." Harriet suddenly realized. So today was the Valentine's Day! But she had forgotten all about it because of Lula's call. Harriet curved her lips into a happy smile. "Thank you, Delbert." She wanted to throw herself into his arms for a kiss but Ben was beside them. She toned down her excitement and said with feigned calmness. "Ben, you should head back now. Or do you want to stay and see us showing off affection for each other?" Delbert was amused.

My heart melted. *God, I want that.* *I want to be a mom.* A sad, aching smile tugged at my lips as my eyes stung with unshed tears. *I want to be that woman one day—running after our child with something they forgot.* The streets were already transforming for Valentine’s Day. It was only two days away. Red and pink hearts dangled from lampposts, and shop windows glowed with roses, chocolates, and romantic displays. Everything felt soft and hopeful.

Slowly, an unfamiliar feeling began to dawn on her—an understanding that this wasn't just friendship, but something more profound. One night, while counting the days since Jay had last been at the university, her eyes fell upon a specific date—February 14th. It struck her suddenly—it was Valentine's Day, the day Jay had given her the rose. A surge of electricity seemed to course through her heart as she finally grasped what Jay had been trying to convey to her that day till midnight.

I walk to the door, perplexed, and peep into the small hole on the door. Heaven. 💃💃💃💃💃 Happy Valentines Day ❤