Ralph Valentines Novels & Stories

He's a muscular alpha, and he must be imposing or he wouldn't be an alpha. He walks over to me, and I move as far away as possible, wrapping my arms around my legs as he sits down on the couch next to me. “Whoever you are, trouble, I'm not a threat. Those idiots fighting out there don't either,” he informs. “The name is Valentine. "Like Valentine's Day?" - Yes. It was the day I was born,” he replies, taking another long drink. - What's your name? “Mairin,” I whisper.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

I smiled as I clasped the necklace around my neck. He stood across from me, grinning like an idiot. This Valentine’s Day may have started off as a complete disaster, but the ending wasn’t that bad at all.

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

Then the laughter faded. He stepped closer. She didn't step back. "I don't usually do this," she said. "Neither do I." "I don't even know your last name." "Sterling." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Richard Sterling." She filed it away. "I'm Valentina High rise." "High rise." He smiled. "Solid name." "You're ridiculous." "You're beautiful." He kissed her. Richard pulled her close and kissed her deeply, passionately. His lips were warm and demanding. Valentina kissed him back with equal hunger, her fingers threading through his dark hair.

“It’s been far too long.” “Mr. Roth,” Valentina said smoothly, gesturing toward her companion. “Allow me to introduce my daughter. Valerie Rodriguez.” Valerie. The name cracked through Damien’s chest like lightning. Valerie extended her hand, calm, professional. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Roth. I’ve admired your work for years.” Her voice. It was the same melody, the same softness….but there was no recognition in her gaze. Her eyes did not widen, her lips did not tremble. She looked at him as if he were any other man, any other CEO.

“Maybe someday you can design something that’d mean a lot to me.” Yves smiled. “I’ll look forward to it.” Saint returned his smile. “Thanks for accepting my courting gift. It means a lot.” His face was the color of a tomato and Yves didn’t think he could be endeared any more than he already was. It is a courting gift! Yves’s heart fucking flipped inside his chest. Did one cartwheel and then another before settling in his ribcage. “No one has ever got me anything thoughtful except Valentino,” he said. “That was eleven years ago.” His smile was sad. “Thank you for this.”

The clock struck midnight, and the air buzzed with the soft, sweet scent of roses wafting through my open window. Valentine's Day. Lovers’ Day. A day meant for chocolates, kisses, and promises whispered in candlelight. A day that should’ve felt special—romantic, even. But instead, I was alone in my apartment, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the quiet screen of my phone.

Her hips were practically perfect, fitting her tall slim figure. She adjusted her shirt properly, and cleared her throat a little trying not to stare at anyone. For hell sake, it was Valentine's day and Sam was being a jerk, how could he not even care when it was also her birthday. Valerie sighed when she looked at the glass of wine. Just one more sip from it, and that would be all. She decided to take just another glass and then leave if he still doesn't show up. Taking the last sip of her wine, Valerie poured a little more quantity inside the glass and dropped the bottle on the table.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."