My Hero Academia Valentine's Cards Novels & Stories

I truly believed that he loved me as much as I loved him. On Valentine's Day, I mustered the courage. After my last class, when the hallways were deserted, I found him by his locker and presented him with the decorated confession card and the chocolates. "Here," I stammered. "I made this for you." Draven took them, and his eyes lit up. He opened the card, and read it softly to my hearing. A small chuckle from him almost had me dancing. Then he took out a small gift wrapped in a box and handed it to me. "I got you something as well. I've been waiting for the right moment."

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

"She’s already patched the transit loop and found a three-percent margin leak that had been ignored for months. She’s faring better than well; she’s thriving." Conrad reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his black debit card. He slid it across the desk toward Valentine. "Give her this." Valentine’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He looked at the card, then back at Conrad. "Is this... a gift?" "It’s a treat," Conrad corrected, his voice subtle and detached. "She has twenty-four hours to use it. Tell her to get whatever she needs." "Twenty-four hours with the Alpha King's black card?" Valentine whispered, picking up the piece of plastic. "I’ll do it right away."

Hazel said hesitantly. "That is my dream guy's card!" Mandy grabbed Hazel's arm and started shaking it. It was obvious that she was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. Hazel sighed and took Zac's credit card from the room. Mandy took the card and looked at it carefully. The surface of the card was silver and black, and in the middle of it was a low-key, simple, and unique character. Just as she was about to turn over the card, Eva snatched it away. "Wow, this card is so unique. Can you get your name carved on a card? Is that a symbol of his last name? Where can I get one? I want to get one too!"

It's a valentines day card. The memories of my twelveth standard flooded my mind. Now I remember everything very clearly. I am such an idiot. I opened the card and ran my fingers over the block letters saying 'Forever in love, Your Priya' below the printed love proposal message. She was studying tenth standard when she gave this card to me. When I told that I wasn't interested in love as I have many dreams to achieve and I tried to convince her that what she was feeling was just infatuation.

Not only Addy because she also felt a very painful heartbreak. After fifteen minutes of hugging each other, Addy took off his embrace on Valerie's body. He smiled heartily and then pulled the Omega's hand before him to follow him towards the small wooden cupboard located in the corner of the room. Addy pulled one of the top drawers, smiling as he found what he was looking for. “Accept this,” he said, handing over a purple box with lavender flowers carved. “What is this?” Valerie's forehead constricted incomprehensibly. However, her hand received Addy's gift box.

“Our parents would’ve loved to see this. They’re stuck in Singapore negotiating a merger and told us to greet Uncle Valen properly.” “Happy birthday wishes were sent at exactly midnight,” Anya added dryly. “With a formal email. Because of course.” Hezekiah almost smiled. When Mr. Valen appeared near the staircase, conversations lowered automatically. She stepped forward before she could overthink it. “Happy birthday, Mr. Hedalgo,” she said warmly. She handed him a carefully wrapped box. “I hope you like it.” Valen studied her face before opening it. Inside was a vintage fountain pen, engraved subtly with his initials.

The exact millisecond my eyes skim the markings on the paper, the expression dominating my face freezes into absolute solid ice. "Whoa! The colors are so completely beautiful! My brain knew it represented a special gift for my station and Hayden! This super pretty card with the girl drawings must belong to my ledger!" Layla screams, tearing the paper straight out of my numb fingers. The card material displays a bright drawing of a little wolf girl standing right next to a giant frosted birthday cake. The second card features a little boy wolf standing beside a similar cake asset. Although absolute zero written text blocks are stamped onto the material, the pictures communicate a thousand wor

The look in his eyes bothered me a lot if I'm being honest. "Kei, meet him; he is my friend Varel." Roy glanced at me. "Hi," I said as kindly as I could. "She seems like the homegirl type. I'm quite surprised you could be interested in a girl like this; remember how wild your exes were!" exclaimed Varel while looking at me from head to toe. "Don't listen to him; his mouth is spewing poison," Roy said casually. Who cares? "We won't be long. We stopped by just to say happy birthday to you! I'll give you a game voucher for a present!"

He extended the card toward her slowly, as if offering not a weapon but a bridge. Valerie stared down at the card in his hand. The schoolyard hummed with the normal noise of children — a distant shout, the clatter of a ball — but for the seconds she held that small rectangle of plastic there was a private gravity to the moment. The photo showed a man with the same jawline as hers, the same soft curve to the eyes she’d inherited without choosing. Her little fingers curled around the edge of the card, then withdrew. “You’re lying,” she said again, quieter now, less certain. “But if you’re not… I’ll ask. When I get home, I’ll ask my mom.” She tucked the back of her hand into her sleeve like a c