Stardew Valley Valentine Novels & Stories

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?"

I could hear my ringing tone blasting from the other end of the room, how far did I drop it last night? It was Nathan who was calling me, I frowned as my eyes combated the caller ID, and I was unable to answer the phone call. I remember Travis said something about Guillotine, if I remember correctly, Guillotine is the author of the book Valentine’s Day. I picked up my phone and surfed through the internet. “Valentine’s Day,” I said aloud as I typed it into the search bar, it took a few seconds to load, and when the information came. “February 14, is also known as Valentine’s Day.”

I tease as I feel him harden between my legs, he growls and walks us to the bed. I'm seated on his lap with my legs still around him, "let's evaluate; it's Valentines day and I'm celebrating with my effortlessly gorgeous wife whom granted me with many hours of pleasure earlier but still manages to do that just by hugging and kissing me," he raises his eyebrow in fake thought. "It's beyond great," he grins, I peck his lips and whisper 'good'. "Did you eat?" I ask, plopping one of the strawberries into my mouth with a small moan.

Period. Haven had woken up early today since it was a very special day for her and her boyfriend, James Cross. It was their 3rd anniversary. Despite being the young generation, she was not the modern girl who would just move in and out of relationships and barely thought of commitments. She was in love with James and had a stable relationship for an appreciable amount of time. She always looked forward to their future as a young married couple, good parents, and growing old together with James.

"I can handle it, Valentine. Really… they don't have any power over me anymore." Valentine looked at me for four long seconds, measuring the weight of my words. Finally, he gave a single, slow nod, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my forehead before sitting down on his side of the bed. "Alright," he murmured. "As long as you're sure." Valentine left early for a corporate board meeting in the city. I walked down the quiet second-floor corridor, stepping into my bedroom under the guise of grabbing a sweater from the closet. The sun was shining bright through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air.

I smiled, reaching out and pulling her in my embrace. “Thank you, Riv’s. Trust me, I feel the same way for you, but thank you, your words mean so much to me. I promise never to withhold any vile information.” She winked and smiled, crossing her heart. “Okay, now tell me everything,” I said, wrapping an arm around her neck. _________ Valentine’s was just a few days away and I wanted to make it special. Zach is good at surprises and he always melted my heart. Even when we were younger the guy knew me so well. I may not have had a boyfriend, but as a friend, he always delivered.

"For being here, for making this moment so special." Valerie squeezed my hand, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you, Ares," she replied, her voice trembling with sincerity. "For everything." We shared a quiet, intimate dinner, savoring the food we had prepared together. Every bite was a testament to our teamwork, our love, and the bond we shared. The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, stories, and tender moments. As the evening wore on, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment.

Valeria's face glowed as she recounted every detail, her father's eyes misting with tears of joy. The romantic gestures didn't stop there. Valtor continued to woo Valeria, showering her with thoughtful gifts and surprise visits. He took her to the park, where they spent hours exploring and laughing together, and even helped her train her wolf form, patiently and encouraging her every step of the way. Valeria's heart swelled with love and gratitude as Valtor showed her what it meant to be truly cherished and supported. She had never felt so seen, so loved, and so happy. The world around her seemed brighter, more vibrant, and full of promise.

He tapped my hands around his waist and I released my hold. “Oh no she didn’t” Artemis gazed at us, swiping a finger back and forth, her neck following the motion. “The suspense, right?” The same finger moved to her smiling lips. “Is it killing you? Lots of twists and turns. Who knew you’d end up like this? Mated and marked.” She beamed brighter, glowing in her dominant silver aura that lingered. “Congratulations!” “The apple. You fucked us over with the apple.” Valen retorted between clenched teeth, getting up from the sheepskin rug to stand. The apple was an aphrodisiac setup.

She looked at me like I was one of her brothers. I refused to accept it and secretly crushed on her for years. That's why when I officially rejected my mate, I ran straight to Valentine. It had only been days since we had dream sex, yet withdrawal symptoms were already washing over me. Valentina had become an addiction, and I needed more of her. It didn't matter that we weren't mates. The woman was mine—she just didn't know it yet. "And tonight, Valentina will be mine again..." Closing my eyes, I cast a spell and blew up in smoke to appear in Valentina's dream. Today she dreamt of the beach, sunshine, and fluffy clouds in the sky.