I Hate Valentine Day Novels & Stories

"Now you know what I do to all other of your gifts, will you keep sending more" David wanted to say no but something in his heart made it impossible to get his lips moving. "Get lost David and don't even come back here" "I love you Val. What am I going to do for you to see that?" "I don't love you" Valerie retorts. She hadn't felt anything for not even once. There were no feelings at all, nothing, just hatred and anger. Her blood boiled at the mere sight of him and she doesn't even know why. "I hate you so much so get lost!" She tries to slam the door to his face again when David holds the door. His eyes darkened.

But you know what is funny, I don't want to hate you, because it burns me to my very core, not letting me sleep at night and I don't freaking want you to have that power over me. I want you to be my nothing, because that is what I was to you, hating you means giving you way too much importance and you aren't fucking deserving of it. .......................................................... #Day 33 I need to remind myself every now and then, that the person I was in love with doesn't exist, he was just in my imaginations. You can't be in love with an imagination, right? It hurts like a bitch to think that the person I was in love with never even existed.

Friday would be Valentine's Day. Jane spent the rest of the week dreading its arrival. In elementary school, Valentine's Day had been no big deal. Everybody gave valentines to everybody else because all the mothers made sure they did. There was a party at school, with pink-frosted cupcakes and red punch. Jane threw away her valentines as soon as she got home, first taking off any candy that was glued to them. Then she ate the candy. End of Valentine's Day.

"So what if I do? If you've got a problem, divorce me! It's not like you just met me. This is who I am. If you can't take it, then leave!" She was right. I had known her for years, and I always knew what kind of person she was. I was just so used to being her loyal lapdog. Her indifference hurt me, but I thought it was just her cool charm. I even convinced myself that her hot-and-cold attitude was her playing hard to get. Once I stopped being her loyal lapdog, I realized I had been living in a fantasy about her all along. It was my own love that had gilded her in my eyes.

I ignored his pleas. "I don't want or need you, Nathan. It was fun while it lasted, but I don't love you, and I never did. It was a mistake. I could never love someone as crazy as you, so just leave me alone." I choked out the words, crushing his heart and my own. This is why I hate birthdays. Too much drama…

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 chuckled. "So Valentine's day is Thursday. You guys have any plans?" Declan asked "Nope. I'm staying home because I don't care to celebrate Valentine's day which makes now sense," I lied shrugging "What do you mean? We made plans " Seth said chuckling "You made plans. I never agreed on going to no stupid restaurant you wanted us to go to. That's kinda dumb especially since everyone already knows I love you. There's nothing special about it so I'm not going anywhere. You are free to do whatever you want," I said to him

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

“February 14, is also known as Valentine’s Day.” “This isn’t what I want.” I frowned as I rephrased my search bar, “Valentine’s Day Novel.” I searched through the paperback and my eyes narrowed even more because I couldn’t find the book I was looking for. “These people are so fucking useless.” I snapped as I rephrased my search bar again, “Valentine’s Day Novel by Guillotine.” Your search does not exist. “What the fuck is going on?” I asked and in anger, I threw the phone across the room it landed on the wall and shattered into pieces.

Kayla Michaelson Valentine's Day.. Why did my schedule get canceled on this day? Why? I hate going to school , I wish I could stay at home but I rather go to school than hearing my dad blabbering about how important school is. I dragged myself to school and again.. The decorations make me want to puke. We have traditions every Valentine's day and every year is different. I'm the only girl who won't get any letter or chocolate. No one is interested in me anyway.