My Hero Academia Valentine's Cards Novels & Stories

“She fought back like a true Valerius.” Helen reached into her dress pocket with trembling hands and pulled out a small, crumpled business card. She held it out to Valkira, her hand shaking as she whispered, “They left this behind on the floor, right after they took her from the room.” Valkira took the card from her mother’s cold, trembling hand. The small white card was damp from Helen’s grip, and Valkira turned it over under the dim light, her eyes settling on the logo printed across the front.

Inside, there was a single envelope. No postage. No address. He ripped it open, pulling out the card inside. Another playing card. The Ace of Spades. And beneath it, a message scrawled in perfect handwriting. "You can’t protect her forever." Amelia felt the chill in her bones. Adrian crumpled the card in his fist, his jaw clenched so tightly she thought it might crack. His eyes met hers, and in that moment, she knew. This wasn’t just about him anymore. She was officially in the game. And Victor Calloway had just made his next move.

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

I close my eyes, hoping to sleep away Valentine's Day. -Later... around lunchtime…- I roll over and feel something poking at my stomach. I reach down and pull out two other cards. I am nearly ready to chuck them in the waste bin when I notice one is from San Francisco. Talu. I open the envelope and find a kid's valentine, the kind that’s smaller than an index card, and it's got a goofy-looking dog on it. On the back it says: What would you get if you crossed a dog with a valentine's card? A card that says, "I love you drool-ly!"

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.

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

she instructed. “I’m indebted to you, cup...” I stopped myself from calling her Cupcake. Zory Adio. A Viktorova always repays their debts. If you ever need me, use this.” I dug into my pocket and offered her the magic card that showed my family crest of a vampire bat with an embellished frame topped with a crown when held at the correct angle. “Call my name while holding it, and I’ll be there in a blink.” “Um, sure. I doubt I’ll ever need your help when I have my pack and our allies that I’d call first.” Zory shrugged but put my card into her bag. “Good luck with your family, Dacian.”

But as I took my seat at the table, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Valentine walked in, his presence as powerful as always, though he seemed less tense than usual. He held a small wooden box, its surface covered in strange carvings I didn't know. His eyes met mine for a second, and I gave him a little smile trying to ignore the worry that gnawed at my insides. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth but lacked the warmth you'd expect. "I have something special for you today." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity sparked as I watched him open the box. Inside sat delicate glass vials, each holding different herbs and powders. He picked a few with care, his movements e

Even if it was less than a week to his birthday, Val couldn't think of anyone who would send him a basket of chocolate chip muffins. The young man read off the name and address, so Val tipped him and carried the goodies over to his kitchen counter, which blocked off one corner of the open loft space. They were freshly baked and smelled divine. He opened the card attached to the basket of muffins - the same as the one he'd bought Cora the day before - and started to smile. "Val, Thanks for a lovely evening. Cora"

Shortly after, I feel a pull on my coattail, and the boy is there holding something in his hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” Placing a Valentine’s card with a heart-shaped lollipop in my hand. I look at the card and ask, “Did you make this?” The boy nods. “I made it for my mom, but I want to give it to you. You need it more than her,” he says with a heartwarming smile. It touched my heart. I look at the beautiful, colorful card in my hand, trying to understand its significance. “But why are you giving this to me?”