Printable Valentines Cards For Husband Novels & Stories

Damian said softly, taking a deliberate step toward me. “To some men, they are worthless. To others...” His gaze darkened. “They are the most precious thing a woman can give them.” The absolute sincerity in his deep tone made my breath catch in my throat. Overwhelmed, I dropped my eyes, unable to hold his piercing gaze any longer. “Mr. Sterling—” “Damian,” he corrected, his voice quiet but firm. I swallowed, refusing to meet his eyes. “What do you want from me?” For several seconds, he said nothing.

He instantly transformed into a gentle soul, "As long as you don't leave, I'll do anything!" "Then why aren't you eating? Hey, what are you doing?" Lily blushed and scolded, noticing where his hands were wandering. "What else can I do? Of course, I'm hugging my wife! Who cares about eating? I'd rather 'eat' you, consider it my Valentine's Day gift!" "I already bought a gift!" "I want you as my gift. Later, let's take a bath together..." "Julian Sterling!" "Hey, don't call me by my full name, it sounds so distant. Come on, call me 'husband'. Hmm, Lily? Sweetie, call me 'husband'..."

This would be the very first time that I’ll be giving Lucifer a love letter and I just hope he’ll love it. I drew a cartoon of a boy frowning with a girl smiling beside him holding each other’s hands then I wrote a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Love!’ in the middle of the card’s front page. I put some heart stickers and ribbons on each side then some glitters inside after I wrote my message to him. It was simple yet cute for me. I'll give it to him tomorrow with the chocolate that I'll be making.

“He is home.” “And you are here on valentine day? Is he not supposed to be putting you in seven positions right now?” Adrian smirked, showing off his silver teeth. My stomach tightened, his question brought back the scene with Gideon back in my head. My husband would rather fuck a man than me.

He walked toward me slowly, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” My heart betrayed me with one violent thump. “I told you not to call me that… besides, Valentine’s is tomorrow, not today,” I replied, fighting the blush rising to my cheeks. “Well, I know you’d rather be with your precious Mitch than with me, so this is my chance to give this to you.” “He is my husband,” I said, my voice much weaker this time. “You talk as if being with him is a bad thing.”

I felt the heat of his body behind me. My cock twitched hard in my jeans. I bit my lip and tried to breathe normally. “You brought something for your husband?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded. My throat felt tight. He let me through without another word. Ryan was already at the glass. His face lit up when he saw the card and chocolate. “You didn’t have to, baby. Thank you.” We picked up the phones. He looked tired but happy. “I love you so much. I’m sorry I ruined our first Valentine’s as husbands.”

Eric's tone flipped fast. "Babe, what are you saying? We're married—what's mine is yours, what's yours is mine." I smirked. "That card was for your parents. They're gone, so I shut it down. Problem?" His eyes darted. "I... I was buying you a Valentine's gift. Picked the wrong card, that's all." I leaned in, all fake surprise. "Aww, that's so thoughtful! But I already have that bag. I like this new one instead—buy me that."

I only realized my body was pressed to his chest to thighs a second later and I leaped away, blushing, "Anyone could have heard you, you need to be careful." "I agree," he nodded, "I'm not willing to ruin my reputation because of you and your love for a cliche holiday." If someone asked me to describe my husband in three words, I already knew what words I'd use; grouchy, asshole, and Grinch. I had never met anyone with as much animosity for Christmas as him. He turned and began to head for the plane. After a few steps he looked over his shoulder and frowned, "Is that the fastest setting on your leg?"

After that, she put down her phone and turned around to order her food. As they ordered, Mr. Valentine did not send any more messages. But as soon as Eliza finished, her phone chimed again. It was Mr. Valentine again. "You're married?" "Yes, I'm married." "Do you have a good relationship with your husband?" "Yes, a very good one!" Eliza clenched her teeth. She raised her head and silently looked at Beau who was sitting lazily and was earnestly fiddling with his phone. "My husband loves me to death. He gets upset when he doesn't see me for a day. He is not only possessive, but also very clingy. He is with me every day, and feeds me when we eat..."

I grab the card in her hand. "My lovely wife! Make this day radiant as you!" It was written on the card and below the words was a heart shape and his name, your handsome husband! He is full of himself. I look at my secretary and she is still giggling. "C'mon Ana stop giggling and brief me!" I uttered simply putting the card in my drawer. Jonathan, what are you planning? Are you going to make me fall for you and then left me broken? Is that your plan for doing all these kinds of hassle? I'm still battling with myself when another set of flowers came from in but this flower isn't friendly at all but feels eerie.