I Hate Valentine Day Novels & Stories

Payal gets happy as she knew that it will help Mishty to get some memory back. Sid stood on and explained the scene. "It was Valentine's day and I got her to somewhere far away from all people. We reached one college and I went to stage to impress her. Now I will propose to her in the same way" Sid started while Mishty looked at him without blinking as if she could relate to everything.

I let out a heavy sigh. "No, let's do so by tomorrow," I said, but she smiled for more. "Wow! You're so sweet! You really want us to date during Valentine's day!" The fuck? "...Yes, Neil. Tomorrow is Valentine's day. Hearts' day!" I cursed myself. It's been a long time since I looked at the calendar so... "Okay," I surrendered. I would not let her to have a date with me of course, so I would just find another way to escape.

Kim interrupted smoothly. “I endure it,” I snapped. “Because I have no choice. He’s my boss. He says, ‘make Valentine’s Day in June happen,’ and I do it. He says, ‘organize an event the staff will hate,’ and I do it. That’s not caring. That’s survival and to ensure my paycheck gets signed every month.”

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

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.

He said that like a little joke but nobody laughed, he got what she meant but to him spending valentines day with your family is always full of love too. "You get what I'm saying, it's not about my family. But it's fun,its fun seeing my twin brother's get gifts for me on every Valentine's day and birthdays but I've never felt like this before or told someone this,suddenly this night I'm feeling so lonely. I don't want to get home and tell my brothers that my date didn't show up."

I said firmly, “but you need to get rid of it. You’re in a relationship now. You’re my girl. And I’m not going to allow you work on a day you’re meant to spend with me.” There was silence again. “The truth is,” she said after a moment, “I haven’t celebrated Valentine’s Day with anyone apart from my family. And they always let me go to the office because they believe Valentine’s Day is for kids and people who aren’t working their way to the top.” That one hit harder than I expected. I clenched my jaw slightly. How could she see love like that? How unkind must life have been to make her believe affection and ambition couldn’t coexist?

shoulder and arm "Because your name is beautiful.. Valentine , why would they call you Val only?" I didn't expect to hear that from him to be honest. That's the sweetest thing that I've ever heard from someone. "Valentine is mouthful you know" I looked at his eyes "Not for me" My heart isn't cooperating right now.. it kept beating so hard "Today is weird" I said bluntly "You like it though" He said and I chuckled agreeing with him "You make me so pissed today" I glared at him

It was a very unfortunate day for Valentine, considering that her friends—co-workers in the little restaurant she worked in—have been forcing her to go find herself a man. Almost every day, her friends would keep bugging her. She never had a boyfriend, ever. Having one never even crossed her mind yet. Love was something she thought a complete waste of time; she considered it as drastically stupid thing that could ever happen to an individual. Every person in love would do anything, even the craziest things to show and prove their love. Which, she would describe as stupid.

He said. I looked at him, confused. "What are you talking about?" "I have a feeling someone broke your heart in the past, which is why you have a bitter resentment towards Valentine's Day." "That's not true," I lied, "I just never liked Valentine's Day. It's stupid." "So there's no special someone? Not even someone you are attracted to or anything?"