Overwatch Valentine Card Novels & Stories

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.

I close my eyes, hoping to sleep away Valentine's Day. -Later... around lunchtime…- I roll over and feel something poking at my stomach. I reach down and pull out two other cards. I am nearly ready to chuck them in the waste bin when I notice one is from San Francisco. Talu. I open the envelope and find a kid's valentine, the kind that’s smaller than an index card, and it's got a goofy-looking dog on it. On the back it says: What would you get if you crossed a dog with a valentine's card? A card that says, "I love you drool-ly!"

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

Without hesitation, Archer grabbed her phone, opened her social feed, and posted the photo with a short caption: “A surprise Valentines gift. Thank you for the beautiful gesture.” Just as Aria walked over, she caught him hitting send. “…Are you serious?” she muttered. Archer handed her phone back, totally unfazed. “I heard women love showing off what their boyfriends give them—especially on days like this. Floods the timeline.” She stared at him, speechless. Was he… showing off FOR her? “Let’s go,” Archer said, clearly satisfied with himself as he laced his fingers with hers.

Expensive cologne, smoke, leather. My heart starts slamming painfully against my ribs. "No," he says softly. "You didn’t." His gaze drops briefly to my mouth again, then lower, a full sweep across me and I feel it everywhere. Heat crawls beneath my skin. "But I helped you anyway." He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Instead of a weapon, he pulls out a black card, completely plain except for a silver moth embossed into the center, the same moth tattooed across his throat. He holds it out toward me.

This is my company, fashioned with blood and sweat and I’m not going to allow a stray like Victor to turn up one night and ruin it. I clenched my jaw and started tracing my way back to the office. Halfway there, I met Valentine, the office messenger. He smiled and started walking toward me. “There you are, sir” he presented an invitation card. “This just arrived. It’s for the CEO and since you’re the acting CEO,.. “Let me have it,” I snatched the invitation card from him before he could finish. I began to open it but noticed that Val was standing right in front of me. I turned to him. “Anything else?”

Finding something amusing in this reaction, a soft laugh flowed into his ear. "Need to place an order, I see?" Valentine hugged Eugene from behind and took out a candy in dull green packaging from a plastic container. A human life crackled and screamed on his white hand. "I don't need it, but it seems Tony does. He might have noticed you coming and going, because he's determined to catch and beat any night cat that jumps over the wall each night." "Aren't I too big to be a cat?"

he called over his shoulder, ducking as Carmen swung her shoe at him. "Explain? EXPLAIN?" Carmen's voice rose to a shriek. "You drugged me! And put me on a plane without my consent! How dare you?!” "But It’s a surprise!” Liam protested, weaving around seats and then suddenly stopped shouting, “ Happy Valentine.” With his arm stretch out. Carmen skidded to a stop, breathing hard, her brow furrowing as she hissed through gritted teeth, “It’s November, you idiot.” “Is it?” he blinked. Then suddenly smiled again, "But still, it didn't matter. Valentine can be celebrated at anytime….”

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

Charlotte frowned. “Did the gentleman leave his name?” “I’m sorry, no,” the store clerk replied politely. “I see. Thank you.” She hung up. Inside the box was a beautifully wrapped pink heart-shaped gift box. Her brows furrowed deeper as she opened it. Nestled inside was a stunning diamond necklace—clearly worth a fortune. Tucked alongside it was a small card that read: “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Only then did it hit her that today was Valentine’s Day.