Ninjago Valentine Novels & Stories

That is how we truly show our affection for one another. Valentino, our dearest brother, is a pilot. Therefore, there are times when only the three of us—including Auntie Alejandra—are at home. We only bond with him sometimes when he doesn't have work. But when he gets home, we either leave town or he gives us food. And when he's away from the house, Shun will sleep in my room and I'll sleep in his. That is why whenever Shun sleeps in my room, I always have my doubts.

I said as I slowly approach him. "Not until you agree to come back to me." He cried. I could see Alessandro standing up and leaning against the motorcycle. He pulled out a gun from his waistband and I took it as an opportunity to distract Valentino. "Put the gun down, Val. Then I'll come to you." I told Valentino and I could see him contemplate my request. "I-I love you, Valentino," I whispered to him, making me want to pull my tongue out. Valentino let out a sigh of relief, putting down the gun. He dropped it on the floor and tried to run to me, but Alessandro took the opportunity to shoot him down. Valentino fell to the floor with a thud.

So everyone refuses to leave, waiting for more details. I frown slightly and look at Sandra. Meanwhile, Valentino has stood up in the corner. This woman, whom he once both loved and hated, is here. He thought he’d never see her again, but now she’s here. What’s the meaning of her appearance at this moment? Why is she walking towards me? Valentino is almost 1.9 meters tall. When he stands up, everyone around him feels strong pressure. "Valentino!" "It’s Valentino from Dragon Corporation!"

By the time he hugs Ariana, Vinnie and Valentina emerge from outside, smiling at each other. "Happy birthday you little weasel." Vinnie laughs and comes over to hug him. Matteo responds to the hug, happy to see his best friend, looking at Valentina over Vinnie's shoulder. She's smiling at them as she holds what looks like an Aperol Spritz in her hand. Vinnie lets go of him to make way for Valentina. She's wearing a dark leather skirt with a white long-sleeved blouse and Air Force 1s. His eyes drift to the drink in her hand.

Sriani was surprised to see the young man. "Excuse me, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?" Sriani asked. Valentino didn't answer and instead approached the middle-aged woman and hugged her. "This is Valen, ma'am." Sriani was shocked to hear that. She was a bit taken aback for a few seconds but soon regained her senses. "Valentino? Is it really you? Oh my God. You're really Valentino, right? You can't be wrong," Sriani said while holding Valentino's cheeks, which were now not as chubby as they used to be.

“She’s trying to figure out if I’m onto her.” Diego’s lips curled. Not quite a smile. Something darker. “I’ll let her come,” he said. “And we’ll see what the snake does when she thinks we’re asleep.” That night, Valentina showed up with a bottle of cheap wine and high heels that clicked too loudly on the marble floor. “Hey, birthday girl,” she chirped, throwing her arms around me like we were best friends. “I told you, it’s not my birthday yet.” She laughed. “Close enough.”

He noticed as my head turned around to take a look at the place. “Dad arranged this office when I told him I’ll be coming back for good. Please don’t judge.” I smiled at him. A knock came on the door. A blonde woman dressed in a silk cream blouse and fitted pink pencil skirt came in. With her is a girl in a black tracksuit, and her hair is in a high ponytail. “Mr. Valentino, we are here. Good Morning, Ms. Rivera. My name is Summer, I will assist you in your work here in the office.” The girl in the skirt us with a smile.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

" I swallowed hard. The air inside the chopper felt thick now. Almost too tight. “I do,” I whispered. “Kind of.” Both of them looked at me. "Someone else saw it too," I whispered. "One of Giordano’s men. He said it looked... Japanese. Something about foxes. Kitsune." Valentino looked shaken. Not scared. But unsettled. Like someone had touched a part of his brain that hadn’t lit up in years. Yeah. Kitsune. That’s it." Valentino nodded slowly. Like a man hearing a ghost sing.