Pick Up Line Valentines Day Novels & Stories

I took up my phone and found his message left unread but before then, something caught my eyes. It was February 14th. A big smile engulfed my face as I called out the date over and over again. Did he know today's date? “It's valentine.” I thought aloud, staring at my phone as my cheeks turned red. Another message came in again, breaking me out from my reveries. [15th Avenue Street, Naywell Suites.] [Hey babe, where are you?] I read his messages as the driver curbed the car into the street, leading to the suites.

I looked up at Taylor, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they nearly broke the skin. Ethan let out an impatient sigh. “It’s late. Why aren’t you staying home where you belong? What are you doing here? “And now you’ve ruined the mood, stirring up trouble for no reason!” Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. Not only had he forgotten about our Valentine’s Day, but the promises he once made—to cherish me for a lifetime, to always treat me well—had also crumbled into nothing.

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

Caption: [Love can overcome anything, and love is worth enduring anything. The comments? Filled with admiration. [A man this handsome right in front of you, and you didn't make a move? Are you sure you're into men?] [Exactly! If he were in front of me, I'd take care of his injuries too—just... in a different way.] Vivian, smug as ever, replied: [What's the rush? Sooner or later, he'll be mine.] Then, someone casually dropped a video. [Wow, what a coincidence! I saw you two that night!]

"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!"

I hurry over, and he picks me up, giving me a quick spin. "Happy Valentine's Day!" I whisper with a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day," he answers, looking pleased. He gives me a quick kiss and then sets me back on my feet. "You're gorgeous," he insists, and I feel a giggle escape my throat. "I didn't know you had this planned." "It was a spur-of-the-moment surprise," I shrug. "I hope that's okay." "Sure, baby, it's great," he shrugs. "I thought about bringing you to dinner—"

Valentine's Day was supposed to be the day Adrian Weldon proposed. The night before, he texted me, saying he wanted to give me the proposal I deserved. [Summer, you and our baby deserve a real family.] I held my phone and grinned like an idiot forever. I even picked out a loose white dress to hide my five-month bump. I thought it would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, I got to the mountain and learned the truth. There was no proposal.

he said, trying to change the topic. "What is it?"I asked. "Do you remember that today is Valentine's DAY?"he asked, and I gasped out in shock. "What? Valentine's day?"I asked. "Yes, today is Valentine's DAY, and this is February 14. It's obvious that you've forgotten about it," "So who do you want to make you Val? Victoria or your mate?"he asked, emphasizing the word 'mate'. I glared at him with a cold look. "Victoria of course,"he said, and he shook his head with a sigh.

he teased. Isabella pouted and held onto the blankets while Ethan held her waist. His breath was filled with her scent and he whispered in her ear, “Isabella, I love you so much.” Isabella opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Ethan. “If I hadn’t hooked up with you on Valentine’s Day, would we still be together?” she asked, referring to the night they met at the bar. Ethan only thought for a few seconds before answering, “Yes. You’re like a beautiful rose that catches my attention no matter how you appear in front of me.”

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"