S/y Valentine Novels & Stories

Grandma May only muttered for a while. She did not continue the topic. “Babe, ask Mrs. Lane to drive the car you gave me during Valentine’s. It’s too inconvenient to go out without a car,” Serenity suggested. “Okay.” Zachary agreed with a smile. He finally gave his wife a Valentine’s gift.

His lips pressed against my neck; he was still inside me, not as hard as before, but still hard enough to stay inside. "Erica," He placed little kisses on my neck. "Remember my name, Valentine and when I fuck you, scream my name," he said, growling. That’s when my high mind focused on what he said. Valentine, not Vlad. And my heart sank.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Lucas said as he waved goodbye while I waved back in return. Valentine came like every other holiday in my calendar but it was also the busiest time for me. Letters, gifts, cards, pictures, invitations, matchmaking and creepy postcards from unknown and known images. I wonder if humans knew valentine was not just to show erotic love but charitable and kind love in honor of St. Valentine. “Charlie!” Shawn announced boldly as I paused. I turned back and stared with disbelief when I saw Shawn holding a bouquet of pink roses and a basket full of gifts before I smiled.

"Really? You would do that?" "But of course, anything for you my love, so please stop crying, I can't seem to function, I can't think whenever you tear up. Come here." Valentina said Valentina hugged Ryan so tightly she said "Thanks Ryan." "I am and always will be here for you, I love you, okay?" Ryan said "Okay" Valentina nodded "Come on, please wipe those tears." Ryan used his thumb to clean her face and went to the closet where he had kept the gift he ordered earlier with hopes that it cheers her up.

Valerie "It's time for celebration!!" Shay yelled before getting a knife from the kitchen and popping the bottle open. She didn't bother for glasses and took a swig directly from the bottle before giving it to me. I looked at the bottle and then at Shay. We were the same. I didn't mind taking swigs directly. It was fun. It felt like old Shay and Val was back, drinking directly from the bottles without bothering about the world. "This is such a good day, Val." Shay sang before falling on the couch.

… 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."

It was us. And the world was watching. With Crystal still in limbo from a heavy orgasm, I pulled the small velvet box from the pants that were around my legs, slipped the silver band into her finger. The crowd below us went wild. “What’s happening?” Crystal mumbled with a dreamy look on her face. “I don’t know. I just think everybody is excited about our little show. But something tells me that they are disappointed with the realization that they’re oh so wanted sub is going to be my wife.