Ralph Valentines Novels & Stories

Alex Ye before heading to her own room. Later that night, Michelle sought out Alex again. Familiarity breeds comfort. Moreover, this time she came prepared. She intended to give him a gift and hoped it wouldn't come off as too forward. Her Valentine's gift for Alex was an expensive men's wristwatch, which nearly depleted her savings. She had deliberated for a long time before making the purchase. Given her money-loving nature, she would've hesitated to spend so much had she not anticipated a royalty payment later in the year.

Though she had only seen Alexander from a distance before, his aristocratic air was unforgettable. "I asked Dad to arrange for my discharge. I wanted to rest at home," Valentina explained before adding, "Are you coming to the Morales family dinner tonight? Did you forget it’s my birthday?" Serena’s relationship with Valentina had always been ambiguous. Araminta’s dislike was blatant, but Valentina remained polite, if a bit distant. "I didn’t forget. I’ll come by tonight, but I have something to take care of first," Serena said, pulling out a neatly wrapped box. "Here’s your gift."

“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.

Rosie protested. “It’s just February fourteenth,” “He’s your first boyfriend and this is your first Valentine’s day together. You’re supposed to go out and do cute coupley stuff. That’s the law,” Rosie stated firmly. Even though she was never the hopeless-romantic type, Rosie was a firm believer that cute coupley stuff was a necessity from time to time.

He any ways continued doing what he does— intonating incantation even though the so called love of his life gasped for air. "Just another ten minutes Valentine. This will be over soon and you will see a completely changed Zalreth for yourself. He will be more charming and handsome than this alpha. And he will love you more than anyone. Just hold still, a few minutes more!" with a concise motion of his fingers Zalreth evanesced the piece of her mouth and Valen could breathe properly.

Valentino pressed one last kiss to my temple. “Valerie Drakvolk.”

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

Lucas said as he waved goodbye while I waved back in return. Valentine came like every other holiday in my calendar but it was also the busiest time for me. Letters, gifts, cards, pictures, invitations, matchmaking and creepy postcards from unknown and known images. I wonder if humans knew valentine was not just to show erotic love but charitable and kind love in honor of St. Valentine. “Charlie!” Shawn announced boldly as I paused. I turned back and stared with disbelief when I saw Shawn holding a bouquet of pink roses and a basket full of gifts before I smiled.