Ninjago Valentines Box Novels & Stories

Throwing my head back, I downed all of it. “Well, it's good that you're listening,” Devin noted. “Something must have happened, Valen. It doesn't make sense. It's bullshit.” “He's right.” Valiant agreed, taking the tumbler from me. “I'll know when I see her.” I glowered and leaned sideways in my chair to fish a small black box from my jeans pocket. “Catch.” I threw it at Devin. Hands raised in the air and clasped around the item.

Both women squealed with actual delight, spraying the perfume on their wrists and inhaling dramatically. "Oh my God, this smells incredible!" Madison held her wrist to her nose. "So expensive!" Veronica added, examining the bottle with reverence. I watched Nate's chest expand further, his smile growing wider now. He was lapping up their praise, maybe in some feeble attempt to make the women pay attention to him, not Elijah. Finally, he turned to me. His expression shifted subtly and I noticed how the smile sharpened at the edges. "And this last box is for Violet." He held out the last box, also wrapped in deep purple paper with a silver ribbon, identical to Nicole's, I noticed with a flutter

I kneeled in front of her, but only so I could be at eye level with her. “What are you doing?” she asked, a bit shocked. I chuckled. “Calm down, Piccolo.” I took the white box out of my pocket and held it out to her. She didn’t reach for it. “I wanted to get something that showed exactly how much you meant to me, but I realized no amount of money could do that. So, along with this, I make you a promise. I promise to love you every moment of my existence. Happy Valentine’s Day.” I opened the box, and her hand flew to her mouth with a gasp.

The agonizing swell beneath my pants reminded me of the other plan left in stock. I wiped my mouth with the napkin and dragged my seat backwards giving me access to stand up. I walked over to her at placed soft kisses on her head. I looked down to see her smiling mischievously at me. Then I felt it. Those tiny fingers trails itself on my bulge, sending electrified wave through my body.

Ethan’s P.O.V Valentina stared hard at the broken glasses, and she withdrew her shaky hands ignoring me as though I wasn’t there, she began to pick up her books from the floor, and one of them caught my eyes. It was a plain white book with folded edges, it seemed like a fictional book. “Valentine’s Day” was the supposed title, it was written in bold blood-red letters, I was interested in the book because this is the first time I’ve seen such a unique title.

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

Inside, nestled on black satin, lay a perfect human tongue—severed clean, still faintly pink at the edges, the tip curled slightly as though caught mid-scream. He tilted the box toward the light. “Look how pretty it is,” he whispered. “I kept it warm the whole drive back. Wrapped it in his own shirt so it wouldn’t dry out. Thought she might like to see what a tongue that ever said cruel things about her looks like when it’s no longer attached to the man who used it.” Valentino’s smile grew darker, slower. I felt my own lips curve—slow, vicious, proud. Lorenzo closed the box with a soft click and tucked it against his chest like a lover.

Harman nodded at him and left towards giant doors granting them privacy. Crystal was still standing over third last stair and it made her slightly taller from Valentine. Taking a deep breath, Valentine pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket and held it in front of her. "This belongs to my mother. It's a sort of family heirloom that the groom gives his bride before getting engaged. I don't know about a lifetime, but for this moment if we are going out to face the world, their eyes will linger on our joined hands in question and when they will look at you like some other woman, I want them to know that we share something sacred. Whatever is this, we are in this together. I want them to

"We have guarded your throne for over a century. The only thing we ask is to witness your mating ceremony." "What are you carrying?" Jabari asked. I looked at the man he spoke to and noticed he carried something in a velvet box with him. Valens growled, his hand dropping from my shoulder. "Is that what I think it is?" He stepped forward and the men shuffled to block the one holding the box. "We come bearing a present for our Luna." The big and boisterous man spoke but this time, his words were tight and his eyes uncomfortable.

He held it out to her. She shook her head, frowning. Too much. You've already given me too much. The corners of his mouth tilted up in amusement and his deep brown eyes were soft. "Last one, I promise." Exhaling deeply, Jenny accepted the box. Carefully, she peeled back the paper and lifted the lid. Resting on a bed of black velvet was silver filigree J accented with tiny diamonds, suspended by a delicate silver chain. She looked up at Cole in amazement.