Romans & histoires Shadowhunters Valentine

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

he muttered. “We’re a vampire turned vampire hunter, and a vampire hunter turned into a vampire… lover?” I winced, but couldn’t hold back my snort. “It doesn’t even rhyme. I apologise. But my point still stands,” I added, more seriously. “I don’t see what can be stranger than that.”

"Shy, from now on, I’ll protect you." My eyes instantly grew warm. Something deep inside me—soft and hidden—was gently stirred. That Valentine’s snowstorm already felt like something from a long time ago. It had taken away my brief bad mood, but it also tore down the wall between my brother and me completely. Some cruelty is like winter wind—sharp and biting, but it always passes. What stays is the warmth of knowing your family will stand by you, no matter what. I smiled as I clasped the necklace around my neck.

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.

The vibrations from my whimpers, my actions, or the erotic show itself was enough to tip Shane over the ledge, and it was all I could do to swallow his briny essence as he came hard all at once, filling my mouth with the viscous fluid. My body felt too hot while I did my best to take every drop he’d given me, black spots dancing across my vision from the lack of air seeping in, and I pulled back from Shane gasping, struggling to regain my bearings as one of the guys shunted me up towards the head of the bed. A heaviness settled over me as I floated back to awareness, but I allowed myself to drift off in the safety of my men’s arms, thinking about how I didn’t mind Valentine’s Day so much any

She happily obliged. Alone in the room with the woman he knew was his soul mate, Nick laid his shadow self-form next to Alison so that she was between his mundane body and his shadow walker body. He cuddled close, put his arm around her, and nuzzled her neck with kisses. If only she would wake up. Coming back to a drunken woman and having to keep her safe from Martin hadn’t figured into his plans. He had so much to share with her, to tell her about her grandfather, the shadow world, himself, and her. He only had twenty-four hours before the official retreat and regeneration would begin and he would have to leave her again. Now that he’d adjusted and overcome his fear of loving her and be

Faster and faster, as if it’s trying to catch someone. Oh, can you see it, baby? You don't have to close your eyes It's standin' right before you All that you need will surely come Ooh, yeah Valentine began inching his way towards me. And although his singing voice isn’t that good at all, the eye contact that he’s making with me is conjuring an invisible spark that is the sole reason for this weird excitement that I’m feeling right now. I can hear Yhannie bringing out her inner fujoshi from behind, and it’s honestly driving me insane. I can even hear the crowd expressing so much support.

the voice again pronounced in her mind as it revealed the culprit behind it to be a warlock, levitating in the air, just above her line of sight. It was a marvel that Andrey couldn’t make out, it was the high mage. ===== “Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!...” Valentine let out thumps as he thrusted into Fay. She wouldn’t even let out a moan as they both covered inside sheaths and she became only a tool. That moment that she chose to shoulder a smile to ease him into whatever he chose to do spelt her doom, and an opposite reaction than what he expected.

It was the fourth day of the festivities, the whole clan was busy celebrating not aware of the constant intrusion into their palace. A fierce spirit was hovering around the palace grounds undetected by the Vampires, she was there to reap after all that had happened in the past. She had been forced into the deepest part of hell after the battle between the witches and the vampires. Having fallen in love with a vampire she had betrayed her people just because of them, but in the end they all abandoned her. It had been close to a thousand years and she no longer felt anything, just desire for revenge, both for the vampires and the witches.

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?"