Luminous Valentine Novels & Stories

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

"Alright." A few days later, Eugene scraped together a loan, and the two of them quickly threw together a small, private wedding. Valerie was terrified of her parents finding out, so they only invited Eugene's side of the family, keeping the entire affair a secret from her own. By that afternoon, I received the wedding video in my inbox, courtesy of the event company they had hired. I genuinely spared no expense on Valerie's care, providing her with a medical team that monitored her daily. I made sure she had the best nutrition and the most expensive prenatal supplements.

To get rid of our pup and date with his assistant on Valentine's Day, my mate Marcus forced our injured pup to go rock climbing and poisoned him. When I rushed my dying pup to the hospital, I unexpectedly saw my mate accompanying his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Our terrified pup lay convulsing from the poison, but Marcus didn’t even care about him. "He's just an Omega. If he was a proper wolf, he'd heal instantly!" I clutched the $100 million Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. I accidentally found it in the forest this morning.

She reached for my arms, furrowed her brows, and then closed her eyes. The words came soft at first. Then they grew, fuller and steadier—spilling from her lips like water over stone. The torchlight flickered. Then it moved. It danced with her voice, shifting from red, to orange, to gold, then deepening into blue… until finally, violet. A shade so rich I could not explain it. It opened against the wall—a bloom of light, trembling at the edges. Valentina’s eyes opened. She gave me a faint smile that left me breathless.

As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity. "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor. "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

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.

Bryan hasn't texted since this morning's curt "Running late. Start without me if you want." On Valentine's Day. Our fifth anniversary. I poured a drink. Then I poured one more. The bubbles hurt my throat. I looked out the big window. The city shimmered below, thousands of tiny lights glowing like fallen stars. The room is very expensive and it beats the cost of my dress. Bryan chose it because he wanted to show our love off. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I know work has been stressful for you. I'll try harder to understand." I soliloquized, memorizing the words I've rehearsed all week.

“Because I am not going back.” They walked in silence for several more steps. Moonlight filtered through the canopy again. Thinner now. Cooler. Luther broke the quiet first. “Whatever comes tomorrow,” he said, “I am still standing with you. Not in front of you. Not behind you. Beside you. If you will have it.” Valentine glanced sideways at him. “I will have it,” she answered. “But only if it stays that way.” He nodded once. “It will.” She reached out. Brushed her fingers against his wrist. Not a grasp. Just quick flirty contact

The surroundings spun as if he were lying on an amusement park ride. Something caught his blurry vision. Someone was sitting in a chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window where light was leaking in. Due to the backlighting, his features weren't clearly visible—only his silhouette could be seen. A tall figure that made the chair look small. And golden hair slightly illuminated in the silhouette. 'Valentine.'