Patrick Star Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

“His name is Valentine, and he was the one who chose your publication. He's been a fan since his very young age.” All of Starr's anger for Valentine began to slip away. She spared the young man a glance. He was way different from Chariton. He was short and a little chubby. He had long brown hair, which he neatly tied in a low ponytail. And he had a really chubby face that suited his big eyes perfectly. Star smiled at his pouty lips, then asked, “Why?” Knowing fully well that the question was being directed to him this time around, Valentine cleared his throat and answered calmly, “Majorly because I've always been a fan.”

After thinking for a couple of hours the boy finally chose what he wanted to do, he said, "You are right, I ought to make the move before it's too late." Jack's emotionless face finally brightened up when Ryan finally gave him the answer, he appreciated him for making the right decision and continued, "If you make things official with her you will be able to take care of her more, this will also allow Cathey to have enough time to see what kind of spouse you are." All these reasons and the fact that she will be finally his sent butterflies tremendously fluttering within him. "Ok, what am I supposed to do now?" "It's the 12th of February today, Valentine's day is on the bay. Ask her out for a

Sienna – my roommate – had approved it with a nod: "If he doesn't kiss you after this, I'll kiss you myself." Zara had read it over FaceTime with her jaw tight. "Don't give him this." "Why?" "Because Caleb Park has been eating your devotion like a free buffet for four years and the only tip he's ever left is you're like a sister to me. Don't hand him your heart on paper so he can set it next to his protein shake." I didn't listen to Zara. I never listened to Zara about Caleb. But that was about to change. The Valentine's party was at the hockey house as usual. I'd gone every year since freshman year – always beside Caleb, always in jeans and his spare hoodie, always pretending the ache in my

The lie would start falling apart. So I walked to the café three blocks from campus. It wasn’t a pack place, just a cozy little fusion café with warm lights, polished wooden tables, and the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted. They served everyone there — shifters and vampires. I knew Valentine's day was a big deal especially among shifters, but I didn't expect this small non-pack café was packed too. Almost every table full — mostly shifter couples sharing plates, splitting desserts, laughing at each other's phones. Heart-shaped paper cutouts taped to the windows. A playlist of slow songs I didn't recognize playing through the ceiling speakers.

will you at least come and meet him before saying no? Val sighed dramatically. "I hate you." "I know." Liv said,face hopeful. "But will you come?" Val looked around the table. Every single member of the family was smiling. Even Ethan. Especially Ethan. She groaned. "This is why I hide in Florida." "When's the show?" Ethan asked. Livvy smiled. "Valentine's Day." The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan's head snapped up and his chair scraped back. "No." he said forcefully.

I wonder if this would make Rune happy. Tomorrow is also Valentine’s day. Fuck me. How do I balance spending time with Marcella for her birthday, while giving Rune a romantic evening at the same time? For the first time in a very long time, I felt helpless. I was Xavier Creighton. Established in the human world and in wolf society. I could snap my finger and move countries. And yet, I can’t figure out what’s bothering my mate. What use is power if it cannot be used for loved ones?

I had to wait for about fifteen minutes outside before the grab arrived. The twenty-minute drive to Valentine’s house felt like a century to me. I wanted to tell the grab to drive faster, but I’m not going to pay for his violation, so I kept my mouth shut. By the time I arrived at Valentine’s house I was so much disappointed to see that there’s no party going on. When Valentine opened the door, I was already psyched up to the party, but I see a single person inside. Valentine lied to me, but that’s the best part of it. It’s just the two of us again, and honestly, I’m more than okay with that. I’ll get to have Valentine motherfucking Grande all to myself. He already ordered some food and prep

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.

Charlotte said with an unhappy face. “You have a boyfriend here?” Kendrick asked. He didn’t know why he felt hurt about it. “No, I…actually, I haven’t…told him I love him.” Charlotte looked down at her laps and played with her fingers. “Hey, someone’s in love!” Kendrick teased her. Charlotte was stiff, she could hear just her heart racing fast. How could she let this man know he’s the one she’s in love with?

I almost never had a down time. Today’s going to be Dominic’s bachelor party and quite similarly, Valentine also has a separate party of his own. I can’t imagine how much money Dominic and Valentine are spending with these two bachelor parties but they seem precisely unbothered about spending that much money. To be fair, Valentine owns a four-star restaurant for which I’m pretty certain he’s earning more than enough for all of these popular tradition. I’m inclined to believe the fact that he’s earning ten times of what I was earning. In the end, Valentine really deserve to be with Dominic. I can’t imagine a world where Dominic ended up with me and I can’t even give him simple things that he