Overwatch Valentine Novels & Stories

Lucas said as he waved goodbye while I waved back in return. Valentine came like every other holiday in my calendar but it was also the busiest time for me. Letters, gifts, cards, pictures, invitations, matchmaking and creepy postcards from unknown and known images. I wonder if humans knew valentine was not just to show erotic love but charitable and kind love in honor of St. Valentine. “Charlie!” Shawn announced boldly as I paused. I turned back and stared with disbelief when I saw Shawn holding a bouquet of pink roses and a basket full of gifts before I smiled.

Valentine landed on the bed and was thankful that she didn't get injured. She closed her eyes as she tried to get over what just happened. "I am Valentine. You shouldn't treat me this way." She spat even though she knew that the drug he just took was affecting him just like every other that he took. "I'm smashing the fucking Valentine. Get over it!" He replied and lay on the bed. Valentine looked at him for a while and didn't know if she should regret coming over or not.

I smiled, reaching out and pulling her in my embrace. “Thank you, Riv’s. Trust me, I feel the same way for you, but thank you, your words mean so much to me. I promise never to withhold any vile information.” She winked and smiled, crossing her heart. “Okay, now tell me everything,” I said, wrapping an arm around her neck. _________ Valentine’s was just a few days away and I wanted to make it special. Zach is good at surprises and he always melted my heart. Even when we were younger the guy knew me so well. I may not have had a boyfriend, but as a friend, he always delivered.

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. I'll just be happy when you finally get to be here with me." "Yeah?" "Yes." "Me too." Two weeks later and I got a knock on my front door. I was on the phone with Liam again, getting ready for work. It was Valentine's Day which was a themed day at the club. We could dress as Cupid and everything was going to be pink and red. It was the one of my favorites because for some reason, men loved us wearing feminine colors. I'm also sure that Kade pumped up the pheromones through the air vents.

"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!"

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.

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.

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."