Roommate Valentine Novels & Stories

he gestured between them “—never changes.” Amelia smiled, warm and full. “Welcome home, Val.” He smiled back. “I’m home, big sis.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she watched Valentine devour the last of the pancake like it was the best thing he had eaten in years. “So,” she began casually, stirring her tea, “do I have a sister-in-law somewhere in the world that you are hiding from me?” Valentine laughed, almost choking. “Girlfriend? No. Not yet.”

My mouth fell open. The moment I stepped into the room, my jaw dropped. My stomach churned with a mix of embarrassment and horror as I took in the scene before me. It wasn’t the cozy, casual vibe I’d expected—it was a full-blown Valentine’s Day honeymoon setup. The bed was covered in red rose petals arranged in a heart shape, sheer curtains were drawn to create an intimate glow, and soft, dim lighting filled the space. There was a chilled bottle of champagne on the table, surrounded by an assortment of chocolates. But the pièce de résistance? A decorative arrangement of condoms on the nightstand... shaped like a heart.

In just a short second, Charlotte's mind went blank. The man raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Mrs. Romero, this is the real Valentine's Day. Goodnight."

I kick off my shoes and collapse onto the bed, sighing deeply. The door creaks open not so long after. I glance up. “Shouldn’t you be out? Nighttime is your daytime.” Valentine leans against the doorframe, watching me with those unreadable eyes. “I have no daytime without you.” My breath catches. He steps inside, closing the door behind him. “Move over.” I roll onto my side, and he slides in beside me, his presence solid and grounding. His fingers brush against my skin, slow and deliberate.

will you at least come and meet him before saying no? Val sighed dramatically. "I hate you." "I know." Liv said,face hopeful. "But will you come?" Val looked around the table. Every single member of the family was smiling. Even Ethan. Especially Ethan. She groaned. "This is why I hide in Florida." "When's the show?" Ethan asked. Livvy smiled. "Valentine's Day." The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan's head snapped up and his chair scraped back. "No." he said forcefully.

“I miss you Chastity.” “I miss you too. When can we see each other next?” “I’ll need to be there next weekend to go over the listen of volunteers I get, with Robert. How about I come Friday night, and stay until Sunday? We can have lunch with Robert, and Beth one of those days. We’ll have the rest of the time for ourselves.” “I love that idea.” “Good. I’m glad. Plus Valentine’s day is that weekend.” “It is?” “You don’t know when Valentine’s day is?”

It's rawer and she always has me on my knees before her with the dominance that comes with that side. The noise that comes from the other presence in the room interrupts us and she pulls away from me, staring back at her friend and her boyfriend. Heather's arms are wrapped around Vincent's with the box of chocolates in hand and she giggles when Vincent pulls her away, moving her into his arms. "We'll be busy for the rest of the—" "Fuck off. " I groan before Vincent gets to finish his words and he laughs, heading towards their room, but not without yelling. "Happy fucking Valentine's. "

"What, what? What part did you not hear? It's Valentine's day. Go spend time with your mate." His eye widens. "Valentine's day?" "Yeah, maybe you heard of it. Hearts, chocolates, baby angels shooting arrows at your ass, you know... love." I even make little fluttering motions with my hands to get it through his thick head. "I lost track of the days. She made dinner... Fuck." Without another word, he picks up his keys and sprints out of the room. "Love you too, Bronxy!" I call out as his footsteps pound down the hallway.

"And I wouldn't have cared if you didn't make it so damn loud that you weren't comfortable on the couch." "Did you have to undress me?" "It was hot and your damn gown was eating all the spaces. So of course, I had to undress you. You didn't even budge. I never knew you were such a deep sleeper." Valentine's cheeks burned red. Not because of Devin's embarrassing remark. No, it was something much worse. "Eating all the damn space..." Valentine hurried to say. "Did we share the bed?" "Of course we did," Devin scoffed. "I try to be a gentleman but I am not that much of a white knight. There was no way I was sleeping on that couch."

The lights inside the room were dimmed, although it was dimmed enough for them to see each other. They were standing near the bed, with William behind her. “I want to see you wearing it again,” William pleaded. His breath tickled against her neck as he moved the strands of Valentine’s hair aside to kiss her nape. “No,” Valentine replied promptly. What was he thinking? They already had a three-year old Xavier and a two-month old baby Yvonne to watch over. They just couldn’t simply hit a home run now that they had company.