Ralph Valentines Novels & Stories

"His name is Bazyli. He's really sweet." "Ugh, someone's head over heels in love," Davina teased, nudging Aly playfully. "You're swimming in romance over here!” " You'll meet him soon, relax.” she said, stepping into the kitchen to make a quick call. This was Aly's first Valentine's Day with a partner who truly appreciated her. Her ex had never bothered with gifts or celebrations, making excuses about not believing in the holiday. When her phone rang, Aly answered eagerly, hoping it was Bazyli calling. "Thank you for the gifts, I appreciate them," she said with a smile.

Antonio entered, followed closely by Valentina. Raphaela raised a brow, "Weren't you supposed to..." Her gaze locked on their joined hands. Antonio chuckled, "She's my mate. She turned eighteen today." Raphaela slowly nodded then glanced at Valentina who was smiling shyly. "Congratulations." Her gaze fell on Lorenzo. Her fault, but she couldn't bring herself to be excited for anyone. "What did Emily say? Isn't she supposed to have gotten the poison out of his system by now?" He led Valentina to a seat and began removing the flowers and gift cards on it, brought by pack members.

he consoled her and tried to remember about any civil war in the continent he could remember to know how it ends but to his memory he can't remember any. Angelica asked, "Tell me your name and age too. Otherwise it won't be fair" she argued, making herself sound much more confident than she really was. Valentine chuckled at how brave she was even after going through all this, he thought maybe she had been through something like this before too or was prepared for such situations from before. "My name is Valentine Crimson and I am 22-year-old", he replied to her question. Now that things were a little calm, he looked at her closely before he was embarrassed because of being naked. She had hon

I needed Valerie. Ralph looked exhausted, too. He wasn’t physically tired, but mentally. I knew what lengths he was going through to find my mate—and to no avail. He was just as disappointed as I was that there were still no leads on Valerie. Furthermore, Ralph was displeased at the idea of Lucas staying in Orheroad—even just temporarily. It was a sully on the pack name to have a leech walking our halls and sleeping in our beds. Ralph was a well-tempered Beta; he didn’t protest when I sent him to fetch a physician to dig out the silver bullet form Lucas’s chest. He didn’t protest when he was ordered to buy blood bags, either.

“But I only know his lifestyle. I don’t know anything else. Why do you ask this? Are you preparing a surprise for Abel? Oh yeah, Valentine’s Day is coming!” Ruth did not reply. She opened her phone’s calendar and found that Apollo was right. Valentine’s Day was coming. It was the first Valentine’s Day after their marriage. She had to plan it carefully.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

"What do you mean?" "You know Uncle Richard arranged a marriage for me with Alexander Vance," Valerie said, the name sending a chill down Vivian's spine. Everyone knew who Alexander Vance was—the ruthless, cold-blooded tycoon of the tech and shipping industries. The media called him the 'Ice King' of the corporate world. "Yes," Vivian said slowly. "The wedding is next week, isn't it?"

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

I peep to see her lying on the floor soaked in a pool of blood. The sight of her blood angered me. I dash inside without thinking. Brian followed since he had no choice. I was shocked when I saw Rosie. There was some other lady with her. “Look who we have here? The lover boy. Are you here to save your lost princess?” She laughed. “How fun it was playing with you two. Oh my bad! No introduction. I am Valentine. That name should ring a bell right?” Valentine? My eyes widened when I realized. The only Valentine I have heard of is Andrea's friend. I looked over to Andrea and she nodded weakly.