Our First Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

Until we meet again at the Silvercrest packhouse… Happy Valentine’s Day!

Blaze said and shut the door and made his way to the driver's side of the truck. Blaze and I had to run by his house before breakfast to change into some clean clothes. Breakfast was incredible; I didn't realize how hungry I was until I started stuffing eggs in my mouth. We talked about the dream and then got to know each other better. Blaze and I have so much in common. I'm so thankful to have him in my life now and right here just before Christmas. I have always been single on pretty much every holiday. Valentines Day is always the worst; when I see couples kissing and giving each other gifts. For Blaze and me, it's love at first sight. From the moment we dreamt of each other to the first

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

I smiled through the tears. “You know,” I said, “we had our first kiss on Valentine’s Day. I initiated it.” Mitch groaned softly with an eye roll. “Oh, here we go.” “You were so shy!” I laughed. “You kept denying it was your first kiss. You were rambling all that nonsense just to avoid answering when I asked if we could kiss.” “I did not ramble,” he protested weakly. “You absolutely did.” I pouted dramatically. “So I took the first step. I leaned in and waited. And you just stood there like a statue.”

“Will you just tell me what I’m apparently missing? I’ve spent the last six months trying to restore order to a pack that a shithead nuked with next-level stupidity. I’m lucky I remember what day of the week it is.” Colby rolled his eyes but held his hands up, making the ‘settle down’ motion. “VALENTINE’S, dumbass. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You are mated to not only a huge over-the-top drama queen, I say it with love, but an Italian. That’s one of those countries that will call themselves the home of lovers.” Colby threw his hands up in frustration. My face went pale. “I am dead. I’ve never even celebrated Valentine’s Day. I mean unless you count in elementary school when the teachers mad

We’d spent Thanksgiving and Christmas together and celebrated the new year together with the kids all sleeping in the living room in front of the fireplace and Nova and I talking until the wee hours of the morning. “Are you planning anything special for Valentine’s day?” Mary-Joe asked me. It was the first week of February, the weather was cold but getting better and some snow was predicted. I insisted on picking Alexis up for school even though they lived within walking distance, I didn’t want them to walk when it snowed. “Why would I?” I asked her. “Because it’s Nova’s birthday,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “On Valentine’s?” I asked her.

We had an awkward start, but made up for it in bed. Enjoy.. ****** We both had limited experience and Valerie was my first...my first on many levels. The relationship had that usual progression of tentative advances...stolen kisses...steamy make-out sessions...groping...second base...a hand in the panties or third base...that kind of thing. We actually met in high school, since we were both on the track team; Valerie was tomboyish, very cute, with blond, curly hair. I remember we would sometimes talk after meets, but nothing ever transpired because we were both so shy and awkward.

[Hope And Ryan] "Happy valentines day, my love" he hugs her from back with his both hands locking her in his arms. Hope looks her looks around, She can't believe that she is on a private flight right now.. "Ryan where are we?" Hope asked him shockily. "You don't understand yet" he chuckles Softly. "Hey i am serious, where are we going and what is this all?" She turns to him. "I wanted to spend sometime with you alone. Today is our first valentine's day baby how can I let this day go normally, No. I will make today the most memorable day of our life.

February 14th. That was the first time I had responded to his feelings, the day I thought he had chosen me. He hadn't appeared all day that Valentine's Day. I had waited for him, dressed in my best dress, hoping he would finally ask me to be his mate. But at 2 AM, he stood under my house with a healing gemstone ring engraved with the date, saying he loved me. His clothes had been rumpled. His hair messed. I thought it was from nervousness.