Stardew Valley Valentines Card Novels & Stories

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

“Soon, Erica, there won’t be an Alpha standing in my way.” Valentine hummed to himself as he poured himself a wine and I watched him. I then realize the most terrifying truth of all, Valentine was the weed that needs to be taken out or the whole land will be infected with it. Valentine didn’t leave right away, especially when he was enjoying himself. He lingered near the doorway, his fingers brushing the wall. Suddenly, he laughed, quiet at first, then a little louder, like a mad man. “Do you know,” he said, tilting his head, “how easy it is to make people believe the wrong story?”

Wearing only sweatpants with a towel draped over his head, Valentine walked straight to Eugene and bent down. "Hey." A soft, deep voice resonated near Eugene's ear. Valentine lightly kissed Eugene's cheek. Despite his appearance suggesting otherwise, he was very Italian in this greeting and most other aspects. After kissing Eugene's cheek, Valentine immediately sat down at his own desk and opened the drawer. The completely disorganized drawer contained lollipops of various flavors mixed with bullets, pistols, knives, and cigarettes. Valentine took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth. The white stick protruding from his mouth spun round and round. Eugene tried not to look, but it was impos

Someone must have dropped it while they were climbing the stairs, she stared down at it, it was a very beautiful book. She bent slightly to pick it up. "Valentine's Day." She pronounced the name on the book, and flipped through it's pages, she would give it to the receptionist. "Erm, what is Valentina?" She heard Ethan's voice and she hid the book behind her back before she turned towards him. "Do you mind joining me for tea in the evening?" He searched through his breast pockets for and brought out a black card. "After your interview show this to the instructor, she would let you come to me." He stretched the card to her with a small smile on his face. "Be rest assured, it's just tea."

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

*Xanvier's pov* I smiled like a school boy as I held the candles as though they were candies. Few nights ago at Mexico, I planned something similar, but Sandra stayed up late at work. Tonight, it's going to as planned, I feel it already. "One, two, three..." I counted as I placed candle on each stair. I continued like that until I reached the bedroom. I hurriedly downstairs to lit it and back inside the room to make the bed. I was super excited. I checked my drawer for the pack of condoms I bought earlier, took it out and placed it on th the bed for easy access.

"From: Compu-Cupid To: Valentine Holiday Eros has determined that you might be in need of some paperwork. It should be arriving forthwith. Don't worry - it's legitimate. Thank you for choosing Compu-Cupid to find your perfect mate." Well, then. He took a deep breath and closed his computer. Now all he had to do was convince Cora. Her clit was a teeny bit sore, but Cora wasn't going to let that stop her from making Val's birthday one to remember. She ducked into the sex toy shop and picked out a little red and black nightie and some matching crotchless panties that would show off the jewel nicely. A little numbing lotion would take care of the slight pain. In the jewelry shop, she found a tit

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?"

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

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.