Rhymes Valentine Novels & Stories

Ryder pulls his dick out a little, letting the rest of his cum drip out on my tongue and I swallow it greedily, loving the taste. Ryder pulls his dick out of my mouth slowly, letting me lick him clean as he does it. I lick my lips, not wanting to miss a drop. Reece pulls out of me slowly, making me moan softly. I lean down and give Raikin a kiss before sliding off his dick. “That was the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.” I whisper, breathing heavily as I collapse on the bed side them. Reece chuckles. “This has been a perfect day baby.” He says, giving me a kiss.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

“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.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

"What's a valentine? Why do I see people passing around flowers and sweets in some parts of the Kingdom?" "Hmmm, who are they giving those gifts to?" "I mostly see boys and men give their ladies these things and call them their valentine. Why valentine?! It feels like they're coming for me!!! They can't do that!!" His mother laughed at his adorable angry face. She tapped his nose and made the six year old prince sit on her lap. "Valentine's Day is a celebration of romantic love." "What's that??" the young prince asked wide eyed. "A sacred love shared between a couple. Like those men and women you had seen."

I continued reading and noticed his handwriting was a bit rougher this time. "I love you, Charlotte. There’s so much to love about you. I love you, all of you. When the world tries to convince you you’re less than, I’ll be the arms that hold you more. When the voices in your head lie, I’ll be the truth against your skin. You don’t have to trust me today. But let me prove it—please give me a chance. Fall in love with me, Charl. You can stay all your life. I promise you will never regret it. I will cherish you. I am not perfect, but I will fight for us. I promise I will. Happy Valentine’s Day."

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

Dominic's fingers traced Valerie's face, his eyes adoring. "I love you," he whispered. Valerie's smile radiated happiness. "I love you too."

Their quenching anger would soon spread to an all out flame that would consume everything should anyone lead any further hands-on attempt at Valentine again. Valentine then pulled his hand from Martin’s hold, in a forceful sense after which he massaged it to ease the minute pain that might’ve surfaced in those few seconds. “You are naive, May.” Valentine began. “And your heart is in the right place. But you must be down right stupid” He added. There were all at a loss for words as to what could have warranted they be awarded a speech.

He was looking at the large bouquets of flowers arranged by the window. "I hear you've been having fun with Don Datero these past few days?" Valentine picked up one of the nearby bouquets, dropped it on the floor, and crushed it with his foot. Yellow hyacinths were pulverized between the floor and his shoe. Valentine was smiling very brightly. "If he was upset, he'd be smiling?" Doni's words came to mind. Even without his comment, Valentine's radiant smile clearly showed he was in a very bad mood. "If you liked flowers, you should have said so earlier. I could have cleared out an entire flower farm and buried you in a mountain of flowers."