Ralph Valentines Novels & Stories

In her book, a gift’s value wasn’t in the price but in the thought behind it. That definitely doesn't only apply to myself, she thought. Upstairs, she had him wait outside the room while she retrieved the small gift bag from the wardrobe. When she stepped back out, she looked a little shy as she handed it over. "Happy Valentine’s Day." The bag was neatly tied with ribbon. Raphael’s gaze flickered with something soft—he clearly hadn’t expected to receive anything. Carefully, he opened it. Inside were a pair of sleek cufflinks and a matching tie clip—understated, elegant, very much his style.

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

On our fourth Valentine's Day together, my boyfriend, Ivan West, gave me a rock he had found on the side of the road while his true love, Kelly Gibson, got a ten-carat diamond. I stared at the rock icily and left it right where it was. Ivan called me materialistic. "Millia, I only gave Kelly a diamond because she needed it to make jewelry. It's not because we have some other kind of relationship. And besides, I've spent plenty on you before. Just because I didn't get you some fancy branded things this time, you refused it. You're way too materialistic."

Only those who truly mattered were present—people who had stood by them through every storm, every triumph, every silent vow of devotion. Valentine always considered her family to be those at the orphanage-the care-takers that raised her, the children whom she had calmed to sleep with their sobs, and the gentle folks who had turned her into a woman. Today, they had come dressed up to the T, their smiles radiant with joy and pride. It caught his breath to see her as he stood before the altar: Arnulfo.

Roland hesitated a little. "Roland" Raphael growled, warning his security chief to not test his patience. "Our Valerie is the missing Princess of the Earnest clan. She is Valerie Earnest, the younger daughter of King Arthur Earnest" he revealed hastily. Raphael never in his life expected that something could shock him to this extent. But it did. Never in his wildest dreams did he accept that Valerie is the daughter of the man he loathes the most. The name Earnest beside her name left a bitter taste in his mouth. He sat back in his chair behind his desk with a stony face.

said Ralph. "Ralph, is this lovely lady your fiancée?" Asked another reporter. "Mr. Van Halen, please throw light on this," asked another. "Is the famous Van Halen finally unavailable?" Asked another. "Ralph are you in a relationship finally?" Asked another. "Ralph, when is your wedding? Your female fans need to know, " asked another reporter. They blocked Ralph's escape.

He even had more than a thousand roses air-lifted to their location. Valerie didn't like to flaunt anything in life. She had asked Christopher to not make the celebration so grandiose and extravagant. That time, Christopher had wrapped his arm around her and said, "But Val, I want to let the whole world know that I love you." Those few years, Christopher had devoted his effort to arranging the best celebrations for Valerie, be it her birthday, Valentine's Day, or all sorts of anniversaries. But two years ago, Valerie could clearly feel that Christopher didn't pay much attention to those holidays and anniversaries at all. Since then, both of them had tended to celebrate those occasions by hav

Melody suddenly asked. “I’m fine,” he replied without opening his eyes. Roberta and I exchanged glances again, this time she looked displeased but we all remained silent till the session was over and we had to excuse the couple. “Girls, go to the hall, I have a little package for you.” Melody said, “Today is Ralph’s birthday so I feel like being kind.” “Happy birthday Mr. Vandyke.” Roberta cheerfully wished him. “Thank you.” he looked up at Roberta then at me I thought this time his gaze would be kinder but he quickly rolled his eyes away. I stooped with depression. Ralph hates me for sure.

It was not until I stumbled upon several gigabytes of messages on Valerie's phone that I realized the truth that they had never truly ended things. Eugene texted her every day, and their conversations had long crossed the line of mere friendship. Once their car disappeared down the street, I called my lawyer and asked him to draft the divorce papers. Just as I hung up, Caleb Larson's car pulled up to my house. Caleb was Valerie's younger brother. He had a reputation for being carefree and reckless—the kind of guy who could stir up trouble anywhere he went. Valerie and I had been married for five years, and every year, she would take money from our joint account to give to Caleb. The latter c

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.