Moonshine And Valentine Novels & Stories

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

He was excited now and his mood was much improved compared to earlier. Tony 2:23 PM: Hey sorry i missed your text this mornin i been slammed today. Its goin man haha its goin. Todays a long one. I'm down to hang tho 2:24 PM: Yknow what day it is, right? Dillon 2:27 PM: Haha yea its the dreaded nausea inducing valentines day. I don't want anything dont you dare bring no flowers or gifts for real yuck. Seriously, i dont want anything. Just you.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

The lie would start falling apart. So I walked to the café three blocks from campus. It wasn’t a pack place, just a cozy little fusion café with warm lights, polished wooden tables, and the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted. They served everyone there — shifters and vampires. I knew Valentine's day was a big deal especially among shifters, but I didn't expect this small non-pack café was packed too. Almost every table full — mostly shifter couples sharing plates, splitting desserts, laughing at each other's phones. Heart-shaped paper cutouts taped to the windows. A playlist of slow songs I didn't recognize playing through the ceiling speakers.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

How could she give him a big surprise? "How can this Red Room Valentine Promo be a big deal?" Enzo asked, wanting to sulk. He didn't have anyone to celebrate Valentine’s with but Versace. "Well, it's where single girls would go," Sabrina said. "Besides, Valentines are more important than New Year—in our bar." "She's right," Ethan said as he checked all of the finances of the Elite Red Room. Enzo just complained.

“What brings a stunning woman like you here alone on Valentine’s Day?” “I’m not alone,” I said, shooting him a sideways glance. “No boyfriend in sight,” he pointed out. I rolled my eyes, but his grin only widened. “How about this,” Martin continued. “You and me—we hit it off tonight. Make this Valentine’s Day memorable.” I stopped walking and turned to face him, crossing my arms. “And what exactly do you have in mind, Martin?” He took a step closer, his grin turning smug. “A little dancing, a little drinking… and who knows? We could end the night with fireworks—literally and figuratively.”

I answered. “Hi, it’s me … Nova,” she said. “Oh hey Nova,” I said. “You’re such an idiot, why did you send me a bunch of flowers and a dress?” she asked. “Because we’re going out tonight, Mary-Joe is watching the kids,” I said. “Why are we going out?” “Because it’s Valentine’s day and we’re both single …” “Who says I’m single?” “You’re single, I would’ve known if you weren’t,” I said confidently.

Rosie protested. “It’s just February fourteenth,” “He’s your first boyfriend and this is your first Valentine’s day together. You’re supposed to go out and do cute coupley stuff. That’s the law,” Rosie stated firmly. Even though she was never the hopeless-romantic type, Rosie was a firm believer that cute coupley stuff was a necessity from time to time.

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.