I Blinked And Suddenly I Had A Valentine 소설 & 이야기

“Nope. Foster homes weren’t big on hearts and flowers.” Ivy’s smile faded. “That’s depressing.” “Don’t say that,” I replied sharply. “It’s just another day.” “Maybe, but when you’re in love, it’s different,” she said, mock-swooning and placing a syrup-sticky hand over her heart. I rolled my eyes. “Well if Casey apologizes and things work out, then I might have my first valentine.” “You will,” she said. “Trust me, it's a feeling you cannot forget.”

“Oh God! How can only one man be this hot? Even his gulp can make anyone drool… His Adam's apple!! Does it mean I actually want to seduce him? Snap it off, Valerie.” “Are you thinking of a way to seduce me?” President Ethan smiled mischievously. Blinking rapidly, Valerie quickly turned her gaze away. Her heart was beating faster, and she felt hot all of a sudden. “I… I need to go to the restroom.” “You twisted your ankle, have you forgotten? Do you want me to carry you to the restroom?” Ethan sounded more mischievous. Valerie gulped. “No… I'm fine. I don't feel pressed anymore.”

DANICA “Perfect!” I nodded, as my eyes caught a unicorn in one of the shelves the sales lady pointed to. “Can I get it wrapped up please?” “Sure,” she said, flashing me a practiced smile with ease. I had planned on getting Valerie a little gift, something to cheer her up and make her forget about last night's incident. Thinking about it made my chest tighten. I couldn't bear to see her in any form of pain. Especially when the pain came in the form of Ivan Clarkson.

Taking a sip, I dial his number again, I’m directed to voice mail. Fuck! The door bell rings, followed immediately by an urgent rap on the door. “Ivan?” The name comes out as a slur, my spine straightening, “He knows the code.” Even so, I run to the door, stumbling a few times I run, it doesn’t matter, he’s come back to me, he’s here now, everything is fine again. The door swings open and it’s a drunk Serene. She giggles. “Izzy Valentine! My favorite Valentine!!” she throws her arms around me, both of us stumble backward.

He massaged his nose bridge as his brows knitted together. Valentine’s hands shook as she pushed the laptop to his chest. “I’m now going back to bed. This was the most dramatic moment I’ve had in my entire life.” Her eyes shifted down to the pearl white tiles, avoiding his stare.

I ducked my head down and dipped it in the crook of her neck, "I don't know what to feel now. I had started to fall for you. I...I had decided I'll forget my little doll and dedicate my life to protecting you and uphold this relationship but now I don't know. I don't know what to do. Are you my little doll, wifey?" A few drops of tears fell from my eyes and soaked her dress. °Flashback ends° I came out of the closet and found Valentina looking outside the balcony. A smile etched on my lips knowing that she is my little doll. The one I have been waiting for.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

-Tyler I chuckled a little, figuring it was brotherly humor more than an actual malicious insult. "Sorry," Ryder apologized again as he came up behind me, reading the note over my shoulder. I handed it over to him, "He left a message for you too," I explained with a giggle. "I know, I saw it already," he complained with a groan. "You should probably call him... He's been waiting long enough." My fingers brushed over the delicate purple blooms. I'd received a rose or two for Valentine's Day in the past. Nothing major. Nothing breathtaking. Nothing like this. I buried my face into the blossoms, inhaling the floral scent and basking in it. It was incredible.

He was too busy building a new life with an another she-wolf. I wiped my tears, clutching the Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. Yes, I'd found an herb worth $100 million, and I'd planned to tell him tonight during our Valentine's Day celebration. I was going to share how I'd already given notice at the herb shop so I could focus on raising Noah. But now... Well, he didn't need to know about the herb. Five years of dedication had led to this moment of clarity. It was time to walk away.

For only an instant, Levi's gentle smile faded. His eyes sharpened. Recognition flickered across his face before disappearing beneath years of practiced composure. It happened so quickly that almost no one would have noticed. Leo did. His heart sank. He knew that look. He had seen it before. Years ago. Anonymous gifts. Flowers with no sender. Fresh social media accounts appearing every time another one was blocked. Late-night phone calls that ended the moment they were answered. Photographs. Hundreds of them. Pictures taken from impossible angles by someone who was never supposed to be there.