Moonshine And Valentine Novels & Stories

he called over his shoulder, ducking as Carmen swung her shoe at him. "Explain? EXPLAIN?" Carmen's voice rose to a shriek. "You drugged me! And put me on a plane without my consent! How dare you?!” "But It’s a surprise!” Liam protested, weaving around seats and then suddenly stopped shouting, “ Happy Valentine.” With his arm stretch out. Carmen skidded to a stop, breathing hard, her brow furrowing as she hissed through gritted teeth, “It’s November, you idiot.” “Is it?” he blinked. Then suddenly smiled again, "But still, it didn't matter. Valentine can be celebrated at anytime….”

] My fingers stiffened as I scrolled down. Last holiday, Jess had told me she had to work overtime on a last-minute project, pulling an all-nighter. On Sonny's feed, there were two intertwined hands, fireworks lighting up the riverside behind them. On the woman's wrist was a small red mole—one I knew all too well. On the last Valentine's Day, Jess had said her best friend was heartbroken and needed company. Sonny had posted a photo of two movie tickets—Before Sunset—with the caption: [Watching an old film with the one I love.]

(Third-person POV) News of Ethan Blackwood and Melissa James' upcoming Valentine's Day marking ceremony spread like wildfire through Silvercrest's elite paranormal circles. The hastily prepared invitations, with their simple design and rushed calligraphy, stood in stark contrast to the elegant ones previously designed for Amber Chase. "Have you seen them?" whispered a she-wolf at the Moonlight Club, holding up her phone to show the digital invitation. "They look like they were made overnight." Her companion nodded, leaning in closer. "I heard the Blackwood Pack elders weren't happy about it, but Dominic forced them to accept the match."

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.

sharper around the edges than normal. June shifts uneasily inside me. Something's wrong. "It's just loud," I mutter internally, though I don't completely believe it. The bar stretches almost the length of one wall, glowing beneath soft white lights. Bottles line mirrored shelves like stained glass while six bartenders move with terrifying efficiency and the kind of charm that probably triples their tips. "Vodka cranberry for her," Tara tells one of them immediately, pointing at me. "Same for Lizzie. Surprise me."

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.

and perhaps they never would. Then came today. A strange scent hung in the air... roses and sugar, sweet perfume clinging to every corner. I blinked at the pink streamers taped to the windows. Hearts cut from glittery paper swayed from the ceiling. Valentine’s Day. It had always been something that belonged to other people. The soft ones. The loved ones. Never me. I stirred the same violet potion three times longer than I needed to, just to keep my hands busy. Girls giggled near the break table, hands full of chocolates and red envelopes. A courier entered with a silk-wrapped box, and one apprentice actually squealed.

Her brunette curls were perfectly curled, even in the hotel suite chaos, and she gave me a wink that made me laugh despite my nerves. Valentina, ever the dramatic one, gasped. “Ladies, let’s not forget the real reason we’re here! To celebrate our beautiful Isabella Monroe! Bride-to-be extraordinaire!” She raised her hands and clapped, and of course, Aurora and Vivienne joined in with an over-the-top cheer. I laughed, raising my glass to clink with them. The sound rang out like tiny bells, crisp and celebratory, and for a moment, I felt pure joy. My friends were right—I deserved this.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

They had the room number after all. Despite the anxiety of Grayson being away with the vipers for the night, Amber tried not to let it ruin her day. Sweet Leo had put a lot of time and effort into planning out the perfect Valentine’s Day on their first love holiday together. Not to mention her twenty-third Birthday. He seemed excited but wouldn’t reveal all his plans for the day despite how much Amber begged.