Ninjago Valentines Box Novels & Stories

He lifted a brow. “You once said to me that my scent makes you feel safe. I can leave if you don’t want me here.” Lev sighed, pushing his hands into his jacket pocket. “I like to eat chocolates when I’m in pain.” He shrugged. “I thought maybe you would like a box to munch on.” Valentino scoffed. “I don’t like chocolates.” “Oh.” The alpha frowned. “I’m sorry then.” He reached for the box. Valentino slapped his hand away with a loud warning growl. He hugged the box to his chest. “What are you doing?”

present for Jenny after a minor dental procedure. He was giving my daughter his mistress’s child’s discarded gift. The sheer, breathtaking cruelty of it stole the air from my lungs. I took the box from his hand, my fingers trembling not with sadness, but with a rage so pure it was blinding. “A peace offering?” My voice was a whisper. I opened the box. Inside, nestled on white satin, was a delicate butterfly pendant. It was cheap, mass-produced, nothing like the custom sea glass pins I’d made for her.

She complained and arched her back, clearly requesting to be put down so she could run to her attractive uncle. Valentine growled at her, her teeth just starting to show at the points. I should have given you a couple more laudanum drops, I knew. Portia screamed, "Give her your necklace," fearing Valentine's famed patience was about to run out. Valentine turned her attention to her. “What?” She enjoys playing with sparkly ornaments. If you give her your necklace, it can temporarily divert her attention. Valentine arched one proud brow. "These sapphires were a gift from the Sultan of Brunei. What do you think they cost, exactly?”

“It’s not the usual kind—something a little… twisted. But I think you’ll appreciate it in our own way.” I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? Don’t tell me you brought a big black box full of sex toys and bondage gear?” I stifled a laugh. He grinned. “I could tie you up and torture your soul until you’re screaming my name in bed out of pleasure—but no, Valentina, it’s not that. Though I’m glad you thought I might.” He handed me the box. It was quite large, with a sleek black lid tied with a satin bow—just like him: flawless and mysterious.

As I finished getting ready, I heard Stephano calling my name from the bedroom. "Valerie, come here please," he said. I walked back into the bedroom, Stephano was sitting on the bed and he held out a small box to me. "What's this?" I asked, taking the box from him. "Just a little something I got for you," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. I opened the box and gasped.

A young tall handsome teenager, walked in wearing a blue suit, he called out "Annabelle!" Hearing her name, she turned around and said "Max... you are here." She hugged him "Happy birthday." He said "Thank you, I thought you wouldn't make it." Valentina said pouting "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He replied and added "This is for you." handing a box to her "Wow it's beautiful." "I had a feeling you will love it."