Overwatch Valentine Novels & Stories

"This was a Valentine’s Day gift from Owen. I’ve always cherished it, but now I’m giving it to your little one." Owen awkwardly cleared his throat. "Let’s focus on ordering food instead of just chatting." I glanced down at the pendant. The front was engraved with "Luna," and on the back was "Owen," etched into the flawless crystal—a perfect symbol of their so-called love. The food arrived shortly after. Spicy chicken wings, Cajun blackened fish, and fiery beef stew—all heavily spiced dishes. I picked up my fork, stared at the plates for a moment, then quietly set it down.

The lights inside the room were dimmed, although it was dimmed enough for them to see each other. They were standing near the bed, with William behind her. “I want to see you wearing it again,” William pleaded. His breath tickled against her neck as he moved the strands of Valentine’s hair aside to kiss her nape. “No,” Valentine replied promptly. What was he thinking? They already had a three-year old Xavier and a two-month old baby Yvonne to watch over. They just couldn’t simply hit a home run now that they had company.

She hugs him to her body, whispering in his ear, "Giving mommy your virginity baby . . . that has to be the best Valentine's gift ever. I love you so much." The old grandfather clock downstairs starts to chime. Its midnight and Saint Valentine's Day may be over, but their new life is just beginning.

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.

“You don’t walk into a private archive unless you plan to leave pieces behind.” Valentine stepped out. Calm as breathing. “If you’re going to threaten someone,” she said, “at least aim higher than bad theater.” Heads snapped toward her. Big man frowned. “Who the hell are you?” “Someone who noticed you left your flank wide open,” Valentine answered. She drove her elbow into his throat. The sound was wet. Ugly. Satisfying. Second man lunged. Valentine ducked. Grabbed his wrist. Twisted until the gun skittered across concrete. Kicked his knee sideways. He dropped screaming.

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

I have a rest day Olivia: I usually spend Valentine's Day with Mia when she is not with Walter, but they'll be together this time Ash: Well Ash: That holiday is pointless, to begin with Olivia: Damn, pessimist much? Ash: It's not that Olivia: What then? Ash: I wouldn’t need a specific day in a year to show my lover that I love them Olivia: Oh Olivia: That's Olivia: Yes, that's true Olivia: You seem surprisingly romantic

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.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

asked Layla with a tease. "I do but I'm definitely not going to turn down a date with a hottie over the fact that I hate the galaxy far far away." Carmen was crazy and Layla loved it. Luckily, no more cute or hot guys came to the coffee shop that day so all was quiet except Carmen getting all excited about her date. She watched way too much romance. Soon closing hours came and they got ready to leave. "Layla, please give these to Azaera when you get home," said William as he handed her a box.