Rhymes Valentine Novels & Stories

“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.

" Tears shone over Valentine's eyelids. Don Victor lifted his glass and spoke with a quavering voice, "To my daughter, my son-in-law, and our little baby Victoria Elise. Let your love still defy the fates." There was an outcry of pleasure around the circle. Arnulfo's eyes expanded with love in Valentine's large belly and then covered it gently with his arm. "Victoria Elise," he murmured, "she has the name just for herself.". Valentine pressed against him, consumed by love. "She's got the perfect family." Everyone raises their glasses to a toast. And as Valentine rested her head against Arnulfo's chest, she knew that it didn't matter what tomorrow held, they'd already won. Because this time,

She curved her lips into a radiant smile at her reflection, looking as breathtaking, more like a dream brought to life. Today was valentines day, And like every other couple, Ruth was planning and looking forward to spend a romantic quality evening with the boyfriend, Liam. Thinking of Liam's beautiful in a way that felt both kind and dangerous face, Ruth's couldn't help but smile despite, pressing her lips together. Checking the time again- 9:30pm, Ruth's delicate brows furrowed slightly.. They've already agreed, yesterday before they parted, to have dinner together tonight and plan the rest of the evening. However Liam later sent a message saying he had some issues to attend to and could o

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

She had high expectations from him since he always showered her with loads of love and affection. Haven sang along with the song which was playing from her phone. She was having her morning coffee while sitting in the patio. The oven dinged, making her aware that the chocolate chips muffins were done. She baked it, especially for James. She reached the oven, and the aroma of the muffins filled her kitchen. She felt satisfied with her baking skills. The muffins were baked with perfection. She immediately shifted them into the container and packed the bag with a few more little gifts she had brought for her boyfriend.

Button up your overcoat When the wind is free, Oh, take good care of yourself, You belong to me, Boop-boop-a-doop. There were bells on the hill But I never heard them ringing, No, I never heard them at all Till there was you. We may only have tonight, But till the morning sun, you’re mine All mine; Play the music low, And sway to the rhythm of love. Happy Valentine's day! Cheers!"

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.

she continued, lowering herself before a cluster of reddish flowers, "you remind me of someone." "Who might that be?" I asked, curiosity stirring. She stared at the flowers without touching them, eyes softened with a strange admiration. "Valentine," she murmured. That name... I had heard it whispered among the workers. Always with a shift in tone, a mixture of pity, sadness, and fear. Valentine and Mr. Hanson's name were often spoken together. "Who's Valentine?" I asked gently, lowering myself beside her. "She had freckles like yours," she whispered, her voice drifting far away.

"There's some - thing on my - my leg'. She stuttered. I flash the light on her legs and notice a tiny green snake wrapping itself around her leg. I quickly pick up a stick and fling it away. I pulled her in for a hug. Inhaling her sweet rosy scent that somehow, made me relaxed too. She intertwined our arms together as we enter the house and freshen up. We deserve to rest!

he murmured into Rayan’s nightclothes. Rayan continued gently raking his fingers through his fiance’s hair. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he responded quietly. “I love you so much…” “I love you so much too!” Rayan chuckled, amused by Scott’s half-asleep voice. Scott started humming the happy birthday song as he shimmied up to be even with his fiance’s face. When he got to the important part, he sang, “Happy birthday, dear Rayan, happy birthday to you!” They shared a kiss, and simply enjoyed each other’s presence a few moments as Scott finished waking up, before they had to get up and get dressed for breakfast. They were almost ready to head out the door, when Scott made Rayan wait a moment.