Late Valentine's Novels & Stories

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"

Stupid "Ahahahaha, Jai is a shame oh. hahaha.." Jai gave her a death glare. His name is Jai. oh ok We just passed by. After a while he gave them love letters, chocolates, flowers and whatever else. Even our locker is overflowing. Afternoon class as usual. We are regular classes. Since Monday this February 14. But there is a Valentines Party later. That's overnight. I have a Valentines gift from Hershey. And now I will give. Since I'm going home to change into Formal Attire.

asked Layla with a tease. "I do but I'm definitely not going to turn down a date with a hottie over the fact that I hate the galaxy far far away." Carmen was crazy and Layla loved it. Luckily, no more cute or hot guys came to the coffee shop that day so all was quiet except Carmen getting all excited about her date. She watched way too much romance. Soon closing hours came and they got ready to leave. "Layla, please give these to Azaera when you get home," said William as he handed her a box.

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

He smiled, which is starting to irritate me because time is running. I exasperatedly said, "Tell me!" He chuckled before nodding, then put on a poker face, "Remember 3rd grade?" 3rd grade? "3rd grade?" He nodded before saying with this look in his face, "February 14, that valentine's day." Shockingly, I did remember what happened on that day. And people, that look just shouted Flashback time! FLASHBACK, FEBRUARY 14, 2006: "Good morning Mertano Elem. Students! It's time to smile, grin, wink, or even hug the one you love! It's Valentine's day and that means the day you'll show your courtesy to someone!..."

On our fourth Valentine's Day together, my boyfriend, Ivan West, gave me a rock he had found on the side of the road while his true love, Kelly Gibson, got a ten-carat diamond. I stared at the rock icily and left it right where it was. Ivan called me materialistic. "Millia, I only gave Kelly a diamond because she needed it to make jewelry. It's not because we have some other kind of relationship. And besides, I've spent plenty on you before. Just because I didn't get you some fancy branded things this time, you refused it. You're way too materialistic."

Tonight was the true wedding night, a sacred, unrestrained celebration of their lifelong bond, held in absolute privacy far from the world they ruled. Valerie took a small, luxurious sip of the chilled wine from Lucian’s glass, her dark eyes never leaving his. "Delicious, my Don," Valerie purred softly, her rich, velvety baritone echoing through the quiet room like warm silk. Lucian set the glass down on the stone nightstand, leaning over her with slow, deliberate grace. He reached out, his long, broad fingers gently framing her face, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek.

Liam: Valentine's Day came in a way I hadn't hoped for. I'd made arrangements, ordered flowers ahead of time, and even bought a set of couple rings. Derek had called it cheesy the day he saw me placing the order, but I'd shoved that thought aside and went ahead anyway. Waking up on February fourteenth, it was only when the gifts began arriving that I remembered, and as planned, one after another, it all came. First the flowers, then the rings, then the dress. Even the photoshoot pictures and video were sent over by midday.

The clock struck midnight, and the air buzzed with the soft, sweet scent of roses wafting through my open window. Valentine's Day. Lovers’ Day. A day meant for chocolates, kisses, and promises whispered in candlelight. A day that should’ve felt special—romantic, even. But instead, I was alone in my apartment, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the quiet screen of my phone.