Robot Valentines Novels & Stories

"On behalf of myself and Royal, we promise to always be good boys and most importantly, we promise to love, cherish and protect you." Lauren smiled proudly, "I love you" "And I love you more!" Stanley connected his lips to hers for a long passionate kiss.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

It was progress especially since he stopped caring about hurting others years ago. ******************** Valentine sat up with a weak smile when she saw Maya and Rhoda. The girls momentarily forgot about her health condition as they attacked her with hugs. “Thank goodness you are alive! We were so worried about you. How could you scare us like that?” Maya scolded. “Scare you?” Valentine chortled. “I thought it was impossible to scare the great Maya. Don’t let your enemies hear you, they might laugh,” she teased and Maya hit her.

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.

So when Delbert appeared in front of Harriet with a huge bouquet of roses, Harriet blinked her doe eyes in confusion. "Uh... Delbert, what's this?" "You should know what I mean." Delbert stepped aside, letting Ben bring up all 999 roses and place them on the ground one by one. In a short while, the empty living room was filled with roses. Delbert stepped towards Harriet and handed her the special bouquet he held. Harriet paused for a moment, "All these roses are for me?" Delbert paused then said softly, "Yes, today is the Valentine's Day."

22 Rosie Valentine’s Day sneaked up on me before I even realized what date it was and suddenly the café was decorated with cheap pink streamers and plastic hearts hanging from the ceiling, full of couples whispering across tables and holding hands and looking at each other like they were the only two people in the world.

Ten seconds, maybe less, before they walked through those doors. The rose burned against my hands. I pulled it out, the decision made in an instant. Better to give it to someone than carry it back like a monument to rejection. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Little Wolf.” The endearment slipped out soft, almost tender. My voice sounded like an angel’s, all sweetness and light, even as something darker coiled in my chest. Aurelian stared at the rose like it might bite him. His hand lifted, then dropped. Lifted again. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

"Part of me still can't believe the Citadel... the high towers... the war... it was all generated in a machine." Valen turned me around in his arms, looking down into my eyes with pure, unconditional love. He took my face in his warm hands, his thumbs gently wiping away a stray tear on my cheek. "The kingdom might have been code, Lyra," Valen whispered, his voice deep and filled with emotion. "But our pain was real. Our fights were real. And my love for you is more real than anything in this world." A sweet smile touched my lips. I reached up and pressed my lips firmly against his.

I slowly walked towards him and stopped in a quite distance. "What are you doing here? It's almost one. You might gonna catch a cold here," I said in a worry. He can clearly see in my face how concern I am to him. Even though I'm wearing a sweater, I can still feel the cold because I don't have any undergarments aside from the boxers. "I am a robot. I don't feel drowsy, hungry, or whatever people feel, so this is all just nothing compared to the viruses I had before you completed me." There's only one thing I really like about this robot, he's always smiling, and it's contagious.

Their dynamic is built on mutual respect, shared curiosity, and an understanding that power is something they exchange, not something taken. This is also their first Valentine’s Day together. Not marked by grand gestures or public declarations, but by a private protocol only they understand. One built from safewords, sensors, laughter, restraint, and an unshakable certainty that choosing each other was never a distraction from their genius. It was the upgrade.