Novel & Cerita Overwatch Valentine Card

Red roses. “Who are those from?” I asked. “They’re from Uniq Floral Shop,” she said, setting them down on the counter. “They’re for your mother.” Oliver and I exchanged a glance. I reached for the card. Sure enough, it was addressed to my mother. From my father. 'Happy Valentine’s Day, Shanti. Your hubby, Crane.' Warmth bloomed in my chest. Even though my father hurt my mother constantly, maybe this meant he was trying. Maybe this was his effort. Maybe he cared.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

Her muscles were relaxing around him and making it easier to move inside with causing discomfort to his lover. She couldn't suppress her moans of pleasure and words of encouragement which fuelled his passion to please her even more. "You are amazing, my love, Arnulfo... AHHH... AHHH," Valentine exclaimed, her voice filled with a surge of emotions and desire. The intensity of her feelings overwhelmed her, and she couldn't help but express her passion. Every moment spent with him ignited something deep inside her, making her feel alive and cherished. She looked into his eyes, feeling an undeniable connection that made her heart race.

“Soon, Erica, there won’t be an Alpha standing in my way.” Valentine hummed to himself as he poured himself a wine and I watched him. I then realize the most terrifying truth of all, Valentine was the weed that needs to be taken out or the whole land will be infected with it. Valentine didn’t leave right away, especially when he was enjoying himself. He lingered near the doorway, his fingers brushing the wall. Suddenly, he laughed, quiet at first, then a little louder, like a mad man. “Do you know,” he said, tilting his head, “how easy it is to make people believe the wrong story?”

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

So I showered, dressed in comfortable maternity clothes—a soft sweater that stretched over my growing bump, leggings that didn't constrict—and padded barefoot to the kitchen, where Isobel greeted me with a piece of paper thrust triumphantly into my hands. "I made you something," she announced, her grey eyes—Ronan's eyes, always Ronan's eyes—fixed on my face with that unnerving intensity. "It's for the Valentine's Day. Anya explained it. You give people things to show you like them." I looked down at the paper. A heart dominated the center, somewhat lopsided and definitely more red crayon than white space. Above it, in wobbly capitals: HAPPY VALENTIMES DADY'S GIRLFREND. Below it, five stick f

This would be the very first time that I’ll be giving Lucifer a love letter and I just hope he’ll love it. I drew a cartoon of a boy frowning with a girl smiling beside him holding each other’s hands then I wrote a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Love!’ in the middle of the card’s front page. I put some heart stickers and ribbons on each side then some glitters inside after I wrote my message to him. It was simple yet cute for me. I'll give it to him tomorrow with the chocolate that I'll be making.

The phone devices produced by his company, which excel at capturing photos and videos with exceptional clarity in low-light conditions and even in darkness, are particularly noteworthy. And I have no shame in admitting that the devices I use are mostly from his company. I guess almost the entire shifter community uses his products. After taking enough videos as proof, I kept my phone in my pants pocket and started searching his room. At first, I went to the bedside drawers. I found nothing, though, so I searched the second drawer where I found a Valentine's Day card. Guess what was the name of the sender! Yeah, Carmella! Nothing much was written except ‘to my beloved Sylva’.

Knocking gently, she heard Natasha invite her in. "Hey, Natasha. I heard your back hurts, I brought something for your back," Val offered, holding the ointment. Natasha smiled weakly, "Thanks, Val. That's sweet of you." Val urged her to lie down, saying, "Let me help you with that. Maybe a massage will ease the pain." “Thank you, Valerie, you don't know how much I need that.” As Val worked on massaging Natasha's back, she couldn't help but notice a tattoo just by Natasha's waist – Nelson's name surrounded by a multitude of love emojis. A momentary pause followed, and Natasha smirked mischievously.

My nostrils twitched as they got their fill of his favorite citrus perfume with a hint of melon and cucumber. Throwing caution to the wind, I gave in to my capricious heart and let myself wallow in Caleb’s warmth. It had been so long since our bodies connected like this, and I missed his warmth. Caleb, too, did not feel like he would release his hold on me anytime soon. The embrace lasted for a while and was only disrupted when Oakley tugged at Caleb’s sleeves to get his attention. “What about Wax, daddy? You did not get him anything for Valentine's.”