S/y Valentine Novels & Stories

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

It was completely at odds with her usual taste in clothing, which leaned toward a sweet, dainty aesthetic. I pretended to admire her outfit. "This dress is a new release! I haven't even bought it yet. Did your boyfriend give it to you?" On Valentine's Day, she uploaded a vague screenshot of the money Michael had transferred to her on social media. All of her friends thought she'd found a boyfriend, and she didn't deny it. Smiling smugly, Ivy replied, "That's right. My boyfriend dotes on me a lot. He buys me everything I want."

… Back in her bedroom, Nyla picked up her phone and found a string of messages from Valarie, filled with pictures from the wedding. She scrolled through them, saving every single one before sending a message. Nyla: [Valarie, thank you so much for today! You worked so hard!] Then she transferred 10,000 dollars as a gift. … Valarie was at a bar, drinking with Stefan, completely unaware of Nyla's message. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hazy, and under the dim lights, she looked dangerously alluring. Stefan's gaze darkened. "Veevee, you're drunk. Let me take you home."

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.

"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.

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.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

The bright smile on my face froze faster than water outside the harsh winter. I tried to inhale and it sounded like a weak doorknob rattling in my throat. Anslem. The man I believed was the love of my life. The one I was about to introduce to my family tomorrow — Christmas day— as my fiancé. The man I’m supposed to get married to by Valentine’s Day next year. “F-fuck! Baby… I’m— you’re so big…” Anslem moaned, his legs pressed to his chest, his cheeks flushed a dark crimson and eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"Good morning, Selena. I’ll take the usual—Double Espresso no sugar, and Caramel Latte for my sis." Selena fumbles slightly as she reaches for a cup, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that has nothing to do with the morning rush. "Valentine, is it?... I, uh, I never got to thank you properly for saving me from my assailant the other day. I’ve been meaning to—" Valentine leans closer, his smile disarming. "Selena, is it…” he chuckles, playing same card as her about acting uncertain of their names. “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad I was there when you needed me."

In a quaint New York café, Valerie and Maya reunited after six long years apart. The air was charged with a mix of nostalgia, excitement, and the unspoken weight of time that had passed. Maya, now adorned with an engagement ring, couldn't wait to share the news of her upcoming marriage. Valerie couldn't resist the opportunity to playfully tease Maya about her unexpected engagement to Mason. With a sly grin, Valerie leaned in and whispered, "So, Maya, the guy you once wanted to spice up with extra ingredients is now the love of your life? Fate does have a sense of humor."