Overwatch Valentine Card Novels & Stories

"Oh is not what you think! I love this! All of these gifts! But I didn't get you anything yet!" Kade sighed with relief and began to shake his head, smiling. He got up and went to get his device, where he quickly typed. "If you accept to be my Valentine, then that will be my gift. You don't have to give me anything back. Just don't let me hanging like this with uncertainty, when I really want you to be a part of this special day." Viorra smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes I want to be your Valentine… thank you for making me so happy Kade!"

he said with a wink, his eyes twinkling with amusement. I gasped, trying to hand it back. "Ares, I can’t take this. It’s too much." He just chuckled, pushing my hand away gently. "Nonsense, Valerie. You deserve to treat yourself. Have fun today." With that, he turned and walked out the door, leaving me to stare at the sleek black card nestled in my purse.

I promise to update more juicy details Happy Valentine's Day in advance, I hope you all enjoy the day with your loved ones. Love, Grace

“Our parents would’ve loved to see this. They’re stuck in Singapore negotiating a merger and told us to greet Uncle Valen properly.” “Happy birthday wishes were sent at exactly midnight,” Anya added dryly. “With a formal email. Because of course.” Hezekiah almost smiled. When Mr. Valen appeared near the staircase, conversations lowered automatically. She stepped forward before she could overthink it. “Happy birthday, Mr. Hedalgo,” she said warmly. She handed him a carefully wrapped box. “I hope you like it.” Valen studied her face before opening it. Inside was a vintage fountain pen, engraved subtly with his initials.

It wasn't until after Val was home that night, after he'd eaten leftover pizza and watched a movie on a cable science fiction channel that he booted up his home system and started scrolling through his emails again. There it was. Damn it. "Forwarded by: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday

It was progress especially since he stopped caring about hurting others years ago. ******************** Valentine sat up with a weak smile when she saw Maya and Rhoda. The girls momentarily forgot about her health condition as they attacked her with hugs. “Thank goodness you are alive! We were so worried about you. How could you scare us like that?” Maya scolded. “Scare you?” Valentine chortled. “I thought it was impossible to scare the great Maya. Don’t let your enemies hear you, they might laugh,” she teased and Maya hit her.

I felt the heat of his body behind me. My cock twitched hard in my jeans. I bit my lip and tried to breathe normally. “You brought something for your husband?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded. My throat felt tight. He let me through without another word. Ryan was already at the glass. His face lit up when he saw the card and chocolate. “You didn’t have to, baby. Thank you.” We picked up the phones. He looked tired but happy. “I love you so much. I’m sorry I ruined our first Valentine’s as husbands.”

Luckily for May, Valentine had overexerted himself to the point that a shot wasn’t as hard to make out amongst the rising and swirling dust clouds. She drew on her bow with the singular poisoned arrow and became ready to take the shot. The actual resistance saw to this and made to form a minute cheer for her, which drew on Valentin’s attention and called her out on the action. In a decisive feat, Valentine finally turned his gaze from his rendered position and saw to the targeted projectile aimed at him. Although, he wouldn’t beg for his life or establish any farce tended towards asserting a dominant reason not to dare shoot him, rather, he uttered what came off as an advise to May.

He extended the card toward her slowly, as if offering not a weapon but a bridge. Valerie stared down at the card in his hand. The schoolyard hummed with the normal noise of children — a distant shout, the clatter of a ball — but for the seconds she held that small rectangle of plastic there was a private gravity to the moment. The photo showed a man with the same jawline as hers, the same soft curve to the eyes she’d inherited without choosing. Her little fingers curled around the edge of the card, then withdrew. “You’re lying,” she said again, quieter now, less certain. “But if you’re not… I’ll ask. When I get home, I’ll ask my mom.” She tucked the back of her hand into her sleeve like a c

*** Mike Pov *** " Happy Valentine's Day, my heart. Thank you for being the best human after my mom and my granny. You loved me and still love me with so much passion that sticks with genuineness. I want you to know that, I love you so much, Angel and that's because I can't explain why. Would you be my Val?"