My Hero Academia Valentines Cards Novels & Stories

He pulled a packet of greeting cards from the bottom drawer. “Why did she save all these cards? It’s not like her,” he said and began to look through them. “They’re all from my dad!” he exclaimed. “There are birthday cards and anniversary cards and Christmas cards and Valentine’s Day cards.” Victor’s voice was full of confusion. “I can’t believe this.” I walked to his side to see what was puzzling him about greeting cards. I looked through a few of the cards and saw they were all signed, “With all my love, Harry.”

I picked up the card with shaking hands and read the message written in elegant script. "You can never replace her. A Secret Admirer"

Kaitlyn shook her head. "Now Arc, what does your card say?" Angel's eyes settled on him, making him feel uneasy. He flipped over the envelope and unfastened its flap. He removed a white card that was sprinkled with lots of glitter at the back. They stuck to his thumb as he touched it and then he turned the card to the front, italic handwritten words with swirling loops and drawn little sunflowers displayed on the card. Get ready to hop on a rollercoaster towards everlasting happiness, Arc.

Her head lowered to Heron's chest with tears dripping. Heron used a finger to lift her chin so that her eyes met his obsidian black orbs, while his eagle-clawed hand pierced through her chest, ripping out her heart. In his palm the heart beated for two seconds then stopped. In one final breath, her eyes rolled back and her corpse tumbled to the ground. “I’ll leave the rest to you.” Valen gives Heron a respectful nod and vanishes. Justice was served. ^~^

-Tyler I chuckled a little, figuring it was brotherly humor more than an actual malicious insult. "Sorry," Ryder apologized again as he came up behind me, reading the note over my shoulder. I handed it over to him, "He left a message for you too," I explained with a giggle. "I know, I saw it already," he complained with a groan. "You should probably call him... He's been waiting long enough." My fingers brushed over the delicate purple blooms. I'd received a rose or two for Valentine's Day in the past. Nothing major. Nothing breathtaking. Nothing like this. I buried my face into the blossoms, inhaling the floral scent and basking in it. It was incredible.

Sasha’s POV I stepped into the room, my eyes welling up in tears as I saw what was before me. Valentino had sent me another set of gifts. As I got closer to the bed, I saw a card placed on the gift box. I took the card with my left hand and flipped it open to read the words that were written inside the card and they blew me away.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

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?"

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."

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.