Romans & histoires Harry Potter Valentine's Gifts

I was about to collect them when Harry’s voice came from behind me. “Lianne, don’t bother packing those away. Leave them here for Chloe to enjoy for a while.” My hand froze in midair, and in my ears came the mocking laughter of his wolf. “So soon? You’re already giving gifts meant for your old lover to please your new one? Aren’t you afraid Lianne will be angry?” I shut my eyes tight as tears slid down my cheeks. “Alright. If Chloe likes them, she can have them. They’re hers now.”

I was grateful that he had saved my life,I owed him more than I could ever repay, but what I could never offer him was myself, not as payment for his kindness. I shut my eyes tightly, taking a deep breath, trying to push away the strange feeling that always crept into my chest whenever he was around. “It’s all well, Valerie,” I whispered to myself as I steadied my breath. When I returned to the room, I froze. The table was covered with gifts. “Valerie, come and see what Alpha Xavier got for you,” Sarah said excitedly, gently pulling me toward the wooden table near the window. “I can’t believe he went out of his way to get all these beautiful things for you.”

Today, I realize that I deserve all your hatred, rejection, and indifference for being a coward and not allowing my heart to fully open without fear of being hurt or used. I leave you this small gift because I know you don't eat breakfast, and the coffee is because I remember you telling me you would kill for a cup of coffee. So I send you lots of coffee, so you can kill me instead of someone else who only wants to hurt you like I did yesterday. Forgive me... Yours truly, the love of your life. My hands start to shake, my heart racing at a thousand miles an hour, and my eyes squint as they slowly cloud over. This letter is from Harry!

my best friend asked over our video call. In the past, Harry and I would talk endlessly. This time, he said only a few words. “Know your place.” I tugged at the corner of my lips. “Evelyn!” My friend panicked. “What exactly did he say? Don’t forgive him so easily.” I cut her off. “I’ll explain later. I have urgent business to attend to.” I pulled out a specially wrapped box from a pile of gifts. Inside was a jade necklace from an auction six months ago.

“Do you still love him?” “No, of course not!” He nodded and looked at the gift box in my hand. “Then why did you bring him a gift?” I placed the box on the desk in front of him. “This is from my parents, Alpha,” I explained. “It’s for you. It’s a suit of gold armor with anti-magic defense. It was one of our most precious collections. And… thank you for speaking up for me at the meeting.” “It was the right thing to do. Are you sure you want to leave him?” He paused. “After all, you’ve liked Harry since you were young. The whole pack knows that.”

What is going on? Just as I carefully arrange the gifts into my locker, and lifts my head. I see another girl approach me with a wrapped parcel “Hi Hermione, my name is Perpetual. I have a gift for you, and I hope we can be friends...” She says slowly, extending the parcel to me. “Wow. Thank you, Perpetual.” I smile at her “You're welcome, Hermione.” Perpetual winks, walking away. Okay... “Hello Hermione.” Another girl saunters to me, while I tuck Perpetual's gift into my locker.

using my rune designs. In the center of the room, surrounded by every trophy Layla had ever won—trophies that should have been mine—there was a glass display case. Inside was a single item. A withered black rose. It was the first Valentine's gift I had ever given him, five years ago. He had promised to preserve it with magic, to "treasure it for a lifetime." So this was his "treasured" memory—left here to rot. I walked deeper into the room and found a smaller, rune-sealed safe.

The sugar immediately helps chase away the lingering taste of death, and I let out a satisfied hum as I chew. As I sift through the pile, I notice something. Most of these gifts? They’re from Valerie. Valerie, who has made it her mission to be the biggest pain in my ass since the moment we met. Valerie, who also, apparently, goes all in on the post-battle care package aesthetic. My eyes catch on one thing that stands out from all the pink—a tiny box, wrapped in deep purple. My favorite color. Curious, I grab it and pull off the ribbon, flipping the lid open. Inside, nestled against the soft fabric, is a delicate golden chain with a crescent moon pendant. Simple. Beautiful. Exactly my kind of

"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!"

Val had just gotten home when the doorbell rang. A delivery boy stood there with a gift basket topped with a big red ribbon. "You sure this is the right place?" Even if it was less than a week to his birthday, Val couldn't think of anyone who would send him a basket of chocolate chip muffins.