Ralph Valentines Novels & Stories

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

Valentina said as they approached their seats. “Who?” Rose asked her. The smile on Valentina's face broadened. “My boyfriend Edward Farrel.” Rose looked at her dumbfounded for a moment. Boyfriend? Valentina has a boyfriend? Is that why she didn't marry Vladimir? Is that why she sacrificed her like a lamb to the slaughterhouse? “Your what?” Rose asked, shocked. “Her boyfriend.” A smooth manly voice from behind them made them both turn around. “Eddy,” Valentina smiled and threw her arms around him in a tight hug before kissing him publicly.

I remember the day I first met Valentino like it was yesterday. My parents had promised Valerie, my elder sister to Russell Orsini, my husband. At the time, he was just a teenage boy, Valentino had not left the family or joined the mafia then, and I was still the second child of the family who had all responsibilities on her shoulder. I remember Valerie smiling happily that day, we had not drifted apart then, she was a good elder sister and I did my best to help with her responsibilities when I could. Finding the chat of the adults boring, I remember sneaking away to the balcony for fresh air.

whispers Michael. I lift one foot and then the other, sensing Michael´s movement, as he bends to take it from under me. I stand, fully naked, before my audience of ´Valentines´. St Valentine - the Patron Saint of Love - physical love? I wonder if he guessed what he started?

He was slim, but defined, saying he took good care of his body. “My names Valen. Well, if I’m honest my name is Valentine, my mom had a funny sense of humor, but everyone calls me Valen. I’d ask you your name, but I doubt you’d be able to tell me, so instead maybe I can give you one?” He chuckled when I nodded my head slowly, before resting my chin back on top of my crossed paws. Valen, my mates name was Valentine. It seemed to fit him.

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

She looks beautiful even though she looked stressed, she's been through a lot and needs plenty of rest. I pecked her, then got off the bed stretching and yawning as I got ready for the day. As soon as I was done with my life S.A.V.E.R.S, I made breakfast- Not literally, I just brought out some can food from the bag. I stepped out of the shower to meet her adjusting her pajamas. When she saw me, she hurriedly put on her flip-flops to come meet me. "Good morning, cupcake". She kissed me, silently releasing a moan

The drawing has evolved in the short time she's been gone, taking on a haunting beauty that makes Lila's breath catch. "So," Lila says, settling onto a stool beside her friend, "are you going to tell me what really happened between you and the Alpha's son?" Dorothy's hand pauses over the paper. She considers deflection but finds herself suddenly weary of secrets. "I made him a Valentine," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "He tore it up without looking at it." Lila's eyes widen. "He did what?" "He didn't know what it was," Dorothy adds quickly, surprising herself with the defence. "He thought it was something else."

"Really? You would do that?" "But of course, anything for you my love, so please stop crying, I can't seem to function, I can't think whenever you tear up. Come here." Valentina said Valentina hugged Ryan so tightly she said "Thanks Ryan." "I am and always will be here for you, I love you, okay?" Ryan said "Okay" Valentina nodded "Come on, please wipe those tears." Ryan used his thumb to clean her face and went to the closet where he had kept the gift he ordered earlier with hopes that it cheers her up.