I Hate Valentine Day Novels & Stories

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?"

She was wearing a black dress, black stockings, and black shoes. She looked at them with disdain in her eyes and said, “I hate Valentine’s Day. Five years ago, my ex-fiancé dumped me on Valentine’s Day. He took me to His Glory Hotel, then he ordered all my favourite dishes. I was so happy I was smiling from ear to ear. When we finished eating, I gave him a set of engraved cufflinks, smiling. He didn’t take them. He looked at me with cold eyes, then he told me that he had fallen in love with someone else and he wanted to call off the engagement.

"He told me he had something special planned. I guess this was it, damn it." "Valentine's Day?" Max parroted. "Yeah, you know. Big day for lovers? Hearts and flowers? Candy? Wine? Maybe jewelry? Big romantic dinner? The works?" "Valentine's Day," Max said again, taking another swallow of beer. "You say that like it's a foreign concept," she snarked. "It happens every February fourteenth. Surely you've heard of it before. Sent flowers to your gaggle of females. Oh, wait. You probably have so many, you order an assistant do it. Someone at the team complex."

There were a few times that I almost opened my mouth, telling him about the messages that I’d received and the unsafe feelings I’d been having, but I chickened out in the end, not wanting to ruin the day. Damien had been the only steady boyfriend I’d had until now, and he didn’t view Valentine’s Day, or hell any holiday for that matter, the same way as everyone else. It’d taken me a while to fully understand his behavior, but he was purely selfish to sum it all up.

“Figures.” Silence stretched between us for a moment, but my mind refused to shut up. Images of Victor standing beside another woman kept replaying in my head like punishment. “I hate him,” I said suddenly. Jane groaned. “Please do not start.” “I mean it,” I continued, sitting up on my bed. “I really hate him.” Jane turned back to look at me. “You hate everyone when you are emotional. Last week it was the barista because she spelled your name wrong.”

Today was a busy day. It just so happened to be Valentine's Day and couples were coming in and out. Loved ones sharing this happy day with each other. I was gonna be working double shifts today and tomorrow so I was gonna be on my feet for a long period of hours. But I don't complain, the money's good.