I Hate Valentine Day Novels & Stories

"He is so bad...." mom gripped my hand assuring me me to speak up. "He...is so bad mom! He broke my heart so badly! I have never hurt anyone then why would he do that to me! I love him so much!! Why mom why???" I asked as I lowered myself and sat on washroom floor. Mom slid beside me and looked at me with pain and concern shining in her eyes. "He doesn't deserve your love, my cupcakes . You are so precious that he will regret it." Mom said and I shook my head.....

This is Geology for god’s sake and not a fucking pickup line class or dumb forums for dumb boys. Valentine is a clear shot joke! In the end, I have to answer all five of the questions on my own, to the best of my ability with my independent brain, and my own stock knowledge and my trembling hand and my own damn sleepy eyes. Valentine was just there sitting right in front of me playing something on his phone. He’s so insensitive and rude and handsome, and above all of that, he was a dull, stupid fatuous person.

But I was stunned for a moment. I saw the tattoo on the side of his thigh. My name was written on it. And under my name there is a heart. Written on the heart. 'My Girl'. My eyes watered. "Kier…" "I love you, Fatima. I have always loved you. But I used to think that you couldn't love me because you hate me so much. I'm sorry." "Who wouldn't be angry with you? You insult me ​​every day for being obese."

*** Mike Pov *** " Happy Valentine's Day, my heart. Thank you for being the best human after my mom and my granny. You loved me and still love me with so much passion that sticks with genuineness. I want you to know that, I love you so much, Angel and that's because I can't explain why. Would you be my Val?"

“You’re the Crown Princess now, for fuck’s sake.” I wanted to roll my eyes. “See? Even your brother agrees that a book signing event is a terrible idea.” “He’s right, Tara. As much as it pains me to admit it, and you know I hate this guy, but he’s right. You’re using yourself as bait to catch him. What if he doesn’t show up? Or what if he shoots you from a distance? Jesus.” “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?” I glared at Valentine. “Why do you hate me exactly? For loving your sister, for saving her, or protecting her?”

Valentine's Day. I was never a huge fan of Valentine's Day. I mean, why can't you be all romantic and cheesy every day, why does it have to be one specific day where you go all out for your loved one? It made no sense to me and quite frankly, I hated the stupid bears and hearts and red and pink balloons everywhere. It made me want to gag. Don't get me wrong, now. I was all about cheesy and cute things. I wanted to be showered in roses just like an other girl but the way people made this stupid date such a huge deal was a little ridiculous.

I think I stared at it for too long because he sent another one. “Can’t?” He wrote. I don’t fucking know what to answer to this. Should I go? Will I survive a dinner with Blake Valentino? “Sure. :)” I messaged back. If my internal self can scream audibly, I would have made a commotion. It made breathing a little hard but I composed myself. Blake is just on the other side of this glass wall. I am quite happy I wore my little black dress today. I can just leave my blazer here in the office after work.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

There seemed to be a lot of things that I wasn’t aware of way back then and I’m just learning about this just now after so many fucking years. “What? There was an Anti-Valentine club before?” I was in absolute shock about that and I might have to brace myself for more. “Yes and the club was dedicated to destroying Valentine. Valentine before, I’m sure you’re aware of it.” Yhannie looked at me nodding and I know what she was trying to tell me. “Yeah, he was the biggest asshole.” I nodded in agreement. “Exactly. He’s a fuckboy and everybody hated him, they hated him so much that they created a club just to destroy him. Though now he’s changed and grown so much.”

Valentine It’s another day at work, and I honestly consider spending the whole day inside my office to finish my reports that I should’ve completed last week. At least that’s what I wanted to do. Two hours after turning the computer on, my head began to drift away unconsciously. My hands were on the keyboard and mouse. My eyes were also glued on the monitor, and yet still, I didn’t know I was already pondering about the list of things that I’m about to do to make Dominic happy and in love. I just thought it would be poetic to poke him with a lot of giddy romantic gestures to quickly make him fall for me. And the deeper he falls, the more painful the final blow will. I should know better. The