Overwatch Valentine Romane & Geschichten

It was a miracle. “How?” my hand ghosted over the wound that looked like a mere surface scratch. “Valerie - I think she’s just like Am.” I got to my feet and went to the door, where I could see Valerie handing out orders to her pack, while my pack kept the witchwolves - now in their human forms - prisoner. She was everything a leader should be - and the best part of it all? She was my mate, who carried my child. And with our only real threat gone, I believed that we could be together again. A smile crept onto my face, as I watched Valerie’s face glow from the light of the crackling fire.

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

he told them while rolling his eyes. "You promised all of us you would give us gifts. You're unfair, Miss Felicity," Daldalita blurted out like a child. Other servants agreed with her, nodding their heads. "Yeah, I did, but Christmas is over," Felicity reasoned out. Felicity could see the protest and disappointment on their faces and he kind of enjoyed it. "There is still Valentine's Day," Daldalita hissed. "Why, do you even have a heart?" Felicity teased her.

What shocked me the most was the fact that the woman was Ivy Lewis, my good friend. My hands clenched around my shopping bags until my nails dug into my palms. It was Valentine's Day. I'd specifically gone to the mall to buy some gifts for him, that bastard! I wanted to break up with him! At that very moment, a robotic voice rang out in my head. "The system has detected a prospective host, Rowena Hurst. You have met the conditions for the Infidelity Cashback System. Would you like to activate it? If you do, whenever your partner spends money on his infidelity partner, twice the amount will be transferred to your bank account."

It seemed like a worthy sign or an honored rite that they were truly meant to share each other’s lives together… And it was a very different, unique and memorable way to celebrate their first Valentine’s Day together as mates. “NOOO!” Now, it was Abner’s scream that was heard over the fading sounds of the battlefield. “RETREAT! CRESCENT MOON, RETREAT!” Silvercrest warriors still followed their escaping enemies, even taking a few more down, just to make sure that their rivals would remember this conflict. And it seemed, with the revived challenge now in place, that they truly have and will...

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

Hearing my words, Wyatt's face completely clouded over. He gripped my shoulders hard. "Valerie, my patience has a limit. Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out there for a mateless Omega without a pack's protection?" He sounded like he was worried about me, but all I felt was disgust. Gathering all my strength, I slapped him hard across the face. His head snapped to the side, five bright red finger marks immediately blooming on his cheek.

“This is a Christmas gift. Open it now. Even the women here understand basic manners better than you. “I really don’t understand how we ended up hiring trash like you.” After opening it, the words “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” came into view. It was exactly the same as my previous life. “How interesting. Trash has such bad luck even when drawing. “Did you walk under a ladder or something?”

“Oh! We need to prepare for the new boss. He is taking over today. There is a lot to organize.” “Yes,” I said, nodding. “I will get on it.” As she walked away, voices floated through the air, laughter following them. Someone mentioned Valentine’s Day. February 14th. Lovers’ Day. Tacha joked loudly about how every married house would be full of moaning tonight. Another laughed and said she planned to exhaust her husband before midnight. Then my colleague came back, grinning mischievously. “Seraphina,” she said, lowering her voice, “tell me, do you have something special planned for your husband tonight? Any dress that will make him want to eat you alive?”