Luminous Valentine Novels & Stories

VALERIE The banquet hall looked like something out of a movie about rich people ruining the world in expensive clothes. Tall glass doors, marble floors, a line of black cars pulling up one after another. Inside I could already see crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling like glowing galaxies. Dominic stepped out first. Then he held out his hand. I looked at it. Then at him. “You’re really committing to the act, huh?” “You talk too much. Take the hand, Valerie.” I sighed dramatically and placed my hand in his and his grip tightened slightly. Then we walked in.

We ended up at a quiet lounge instead, just to soak in the holiday atmosphere. The lounge was surprisingly crowded for Valentine's Day. The vibe was much better than a club—a guitarist played folk songs while soft lighting bathed the room. I ordered an orange soda and sat with Lillian in a booth, listening to the music. The lounge was running a Valentine's promotion: every half hour they randomly selected a man and woman to exchange contact information. If they agreed, their tab was covered. It wasn't mandatory, just a fun little game. Lillian's eyes lit up when she heard about it. "At least they're thinking about us single dogs."

Against the ravaged sky, the blood moon faded, giving way to a strange white glow, as if a new era were being born from the ashes of love. Lucien raised his head and whispered softly, “This is the price of love... and blood.” Then he disappeared, leaving behind a Valenfort devoid of any living person, only the crimson blood seal slowly melting into the ground, like Evelyn’s heart still beating silently, somewhere in the endless darkness.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

a small, calm voice echoed from the pavilion entrance. Caelum and Lyra turned. Young Prince Valen stood at the edge of the tent, his small hands glowing not with white solar light, nor with black shadow fire, but with a mesmerizing, swirling combination of both—a perfect, harmonious Eclipse flame. Valen walked over to a shattered chunk of grey ice that was slowly trying to reassemble itself. He crouched down, placing his glowing, dual-elemental hand over the ice.

The Nexum——the ritual union of the fated mates under the blood moon. The nocturnal cast an enflamed glow through the cave enough for me to see the woman in front of me. Her wavy blonde hair was like a curtain sheathing the night while her whole form spoke elegance. Against shadows and light, Val's presence trembled my existence and I could feel her lascivious passion towards me as she lifted her hand on my face, touching my skin lightly. Her eyes shone like a pair of Aquarius gemstones, decreasing my tenacity from her dominance. Those gaze of desire was determined to own me and I certainly wanted to be possessed as long as it was her. I couldn't deny this bond between us anymore, for it was

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill.

Maybe I just wanted to prove something, to Victor, to Ethan, to myself. I dug through the back of my drawer until I found the set Victor had sent from Paris last Valentine’s: red lace, completely sheer, tiny satin bows between the cups and along the hips of the thong. I hated the color. Made me feel like a Christmas ornament. But Victor loved it, called it his lucky lingerie. Tonight it felt like armor. I left the bedroom door cracked exactly three inches, the same gap I’d stood behind yesterday. Then I turned the lights low, just the sconces above the bed glowing warm gold, and propped the phone against a stack of pillows.

" Lucas saw that Tina was still wearing her stained pajamas and flew into a terrible rage. "All I did was spend Valentine's Day with Mia! How could you be so selfish? You're my mate! You should be more generous and forgiving instead of being so petty and jealous like this!" I saw that Lucas was finally about to enter the bedroom. I got anxious again. Was he finally going to see my body now?

There was thick silence in the room. Valentine bunched his fingers into a fist around his hand. "But you have this chance now." Don Victor swallowed hard, his head jerking in agreement. "And I will not waste it." Valentine and Arnulfo were at the balcony that evening, the two of them looking out over the setting sun. The violet and gold horizon burned and it was so beautiful a thing that appeared to promise dawn's breaking. Arnulfo wrapped his arms around Valentine, chin resting on her shoulder. "So, what do you think my love Valentine?"