I Blinked And Suddenly I Had A Valentine Novels & Stories

In fact, he always frowned when I finished cooking and smelled like kitchen smoke. … I kept scrolling. The earliest trace of Ethan appeared a year ago. The photo showed a hotel room. Kimberly held a glass of red wine, and behind her was a glimpse of Ethan's bare back. The caption said, "One day, you'll be completely mine." Ethan had a heart-shaped birthmark on his left shoulder. I couldn't mistake it. That's when I finally remembered that I'd met Kimberly once before. A year ago, Ethan took me to Valeria for business. We visited a vineyard, and Kimberly was the owner's daughter.

I turned the key into the latch and barged into the house. Red and white balloons are decorated everywhere, it was Valentine's day and I was so excited to celebrate it with him. We would play video games, cook together, and dance to romantic music as we do every Valentine. But this year Valentine was different and a little too cold for a romantic day. My Romeo was not in the room or the library so I decided to check in the kitchen. There were few murmurs in the kitchen. I decided to eavesdrop when I saw my best friend on his lap holding a glass of wine.

she blurted out, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket. But before she could move or react, I was already there—appearing in front of her on the bed, and before my brain could comprehend what I was doing, my fucking body had moved on its own. I pulled her close to me and slammed my lips onto hers, one hand wrapping around her waist while the other cradled the back of her head, pulling her flushed against me. Valentina was a distraction. Something I had sworn I would never indulge in. But she was also like a drug. Because once I got a taste, I knew I would be coming back for more.

I looked up at Taylor, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they nearly broke the skin. Ethan let out an impatient sigh. “It’s late. Why aren’t you staying home where you belong? What are you doing here? “And now you’ve ruined the mood, stirring up trouble for no reason!” Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. Not only had he forgotten about our Valentine’s Day, but the promises he once made—to cherish me for a lifetime, to always treat me well—had also crumbled into nothing.

I swallowed when I saw her face naked. I swallowed again because of what I saw. Later on, I was stunned, and my eyes widened and tears started to flow. “What?! Valentina is Valerie?!”

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

Do you think it's too commonplace? "Nothing is ordinary with you." I smiled and yawned. My lips were caught by Valentina, and she gave them a gentle lick. Because we couldn't keep our hands off each other, we made love again that night.

The deeper I get into this world, the less I understand about my own life. Low in my stomach, a jolt spreads into my chest and down my spine, interrupting my spiral. My head lifts searching for a direction to focus on, the blanket slides from one shoulder as I sit a little straighter, my attention locking on the distant tree line beyond the compound. Nothing’s there. No sound or movement. And my gut knows something’s coming. Valentine’s eyes flick toward me as a knowing grin spreads across her face. She lowers her phone. "Those bonds really are strong." She chuckles.

The two walked off arm in arm, their closeness making it seem like they were the ones truly engaged. I didn't look back. I retrieved my bag from the ground, pulled out my phone, and called for a car. But as I swiped at the screen, a post in my feed caught my eye. My finger had slipped, unintentionally opening it. In the post, Lucy was seated in the passenger seat, my necklace shining around her neck. Mike's profile was unmistakable beside her. The caption read: "The one who loves me most [heart emoji]." Without thinking, I tapped the like button. Tears blurred the screen, distorting the image, as they rolled unchecked down my face.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.