Patrick Star Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

Patrick’s gaze was soft, yet heavy with longing. “You have no idea how much I needed this.” He murmured, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m so happy, Valerie. It feels like I’ve won the lottery. I’ve been looking forward to this day ever since we crossed paths again.” I swallowed hard. “I never thought this day would happen. I always tried to convince myself that I hated you. But I guess life had other plans.” I admitted. Patrick let out a soft chuckle. “It’s because we are soulmates. You have to believe me when I tell you.”

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

The clock struck midnight, and the air buzzed with the soft, sweet scent of roses wafting through my open window. Valentine's Day. Lovers’ Day. A day meant for chocolates, kisses, and promises whispered in candlelight. A day that should’ve felt special—romantic, even. But instead, I was alone in my apartment, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the quiet screen of my phone.

She asked, her voice laced with a smile. Valentine, known to many now as Pascal Willow, mulled over the gravity of the situation. His eyes flared with an inner fire as he replied, "The moment isn't ripe just yet. But rest assured, when it is, I'll ensure they're groveling at my feet before I reveal the truth."

But now there was nothing. However, he had received an Instagram notification. He opened it and immediately saw a familiar scene—a black Cullinan filled with roses. Rowan was holding a bouquet in one hand while his other arm was around Sabrina's waist. The two were very close. The caption read, "Thank you, darling. This is the best birthday gift I've ever received." Oh. So today was Rowan's birthday. All the flowers in Sabrina's car were for him. After work, Hendrix didn't feel like going home.

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill.

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.

Cheska’s POV “Boss!” “Sir!” “Ah, Valentine. When are you going to sell Leopards?” Calm voices started to ring out around me. It seemed like everyone adored Valentine. “Hello, everyone. It was nice seeing you around here again. Yes…yes… leopards will be available in the market soon. That one is for me. I’m sorry.” “No problem, Val. I saw how pretty these shifters are.” One said. “But we heard she’s pregnant. You’ll sell the baby, yes?”

22 Rosie Valentine’s Day sneaked up on me before I even realized what date it was and suddenly the café was decorated with cheap pink streamers and plastic hearts hanging from the ceiling, full of couples whispering across tables and holding hands and looking at each other like they were the only two people in the world.