Novel & Cerita Our First Valentine's Day

I ask them, confused because everyone seems to be clued in to what's happening except for me. “Saturday is Valentine's Day,” Nortica explains in a tiny voice. “Oh,” I shamefully exclaim, feeling the heat. Shit, it's now Wednesday and I've got nothing planned for what's considered the most romantic day of the year. “I’m not expecting anything,” Nortica whispers to me, which makes me feel even worse. For me, Valentine’s Day has become a day where I take some sad, lonely woman back to the penthouse to fuck. It was effortless, the bar was filled with offerings and I only had to do the bare minimum to get rewarded.

As I stared at her beautiful face, I was startled not knowing what to say. I may never forget the surprise I received on this day, Valentine's Day. Brenda's POV: Valentine's Day is today, and it's the first valentine's I really enjoyed. I spent the whole day walking around the street with Prince Thomas. He got me roses and prepared my favourite strawberry cake. It's been a while since I felt this happy. I gave him underwear in return for what he gave to me. He looked surprised when I told him what I got for him.

I sat sulkily on the bed and glanced at the wall clock - few minutes to 5. I returned home from school a while ago, and didn’t find Damian at home. I believe he had gone to the concert already. He didn’t even treat me for Valentine. No nothing. Our first Valentine as a couple was ruined. Zara kept encouraging me in school that I would find Damian at home, and that he might have a Valentine surprise for me.

he chuckled. Jude’s lips curved into a smile against my hair, shaking his head. "Don't think of anything," he murmured. "I already have the day planned out for us." I blushed, and he tilted my chin up, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You're still blushing for me," he teased. "So cute." *** Valentine's day arrived, and my nerves were shot. At school, they were doing a flower-gram fundraiser, and to my surprise, a single red rose was delivered to me during every single class hour. I pulled out my phone and texted Jude.

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.

Slowly, an unfamiliar feeling began to dawn on her—an understanding that this wasn't just friendship, but something more profound. One night, while counting the days since Jay had last been at the university, her eyes fell upon a specific date—February 14th. It struck her suddenly—it was Valentine's Day, the day Jay had given her the rose. A surge of electricity seemed to course through her heart as she finally grasped what Jay had been trying to convey to her that day till midnight.

The pleasure I was feeling was out of this world. After our unholy time, we snuggled and fell asleep Immediately. Best birthday ever and I got to celebrate Valentine's day for the first time with someone I'm in love with. And I'm glad it was Matt. I couldn't wait to get marry. It feels so surreal that we're engaged. But I was beyond happy.

To show her I paid attention. This was our first Valentine’s Day together, and while I didn’t care about cards or flowers or overpriced dinners, I cared about her. About honoring what we were building. About taking something traditionally soft and making it ours. Controlled. Playful. Intimate in a way that didn’t distract from who we were, but celebrated it.

I crouched to her level and tried to touch her on the shoulder. “D…don’t, don’t touch me!” she said with a raised palm. She sniffed and staggered up. She looked pale with red, aching eyes. She must have been crying all the while. “I’m sorry,” I apologized. Sorry? Our first Valentine was ruined, all thanks to me. I knew how much she vouched for the Valentine. She cherished Valentine’s Day for all there is to it. We met on Valentine’s Day, we had our first kiss at the last minute before twelve. That was how we fell in love. It was a Valentine’s party with only the two of us as singles. We mingled and fell in love. Now we were supposed to celebrate our first full Valentine’s Day together as lov

Back then, Sarah’s first impression of him was faint—he was just another face in a sea of suitors, a persistent shadow she didn't take to heart. Their first Valentine’s Day together had been a nightmare for Arthur. He had stood beneath her dormitory windows, clutching a massive bouquet of red roses, shouting her name into the wind. But Sarah never came down. Instead, he was met by Jasper Chen, who had just been ruthlessly rejected by Sarah moments before.