Stranger Things Valentine Novels & Stories

I felt like I was walking in some alternate universe. “Harman and Valerie had a bet when you first showed up in this mansion. My son believed that you will manage to crawl under Valentine’s skin within six months while Valerie disagreed saying that either you will either run away or get killed before it could happen. It has been six months today and for the first time, Valentine showed his affection towards a woman in front of his family. Men only do that when they are serious. Welcome to the family, Crystal.” Lola said wiping a stray tear escaping her eye and Valerie laughed squeezing my palm.

“You don’t walk into a private archive unless you plan to leave pieces behind.” Valentine stepped out. Calm as breathing. “If you’re going to threaten someone,” she said, “at least aim higher than bad theater.” Heads snapped toward her. Big man frowned. “Who the hell are you?” “Someone who noticed you left your flank wide open,” Valentine answered. She drove her elbow into his throat. The sound was wet. Ugly. Satisfying. Second man lunged. Valentine ducked. Grabbed his wrist. Twisted until the gun skittered across concrete. Kicked his knee sideways. He dropped screaming.

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

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.

She smiled at him and replied, “Thanks for asking. I am doing good. In fact, very good. How about you?” “I am doing good too. What’s the occasion? You seem happier than usual?” he asked, curiously. “It’s our anniversary,” she intoned. The watchman seemed a little worried, while he entered her details into his computer. But he couldn’t make his heart talk to her about it. He returned her ID and wished her for the anniversary and well for the day. Haven quickly got into the elevator. Her heart started beating rapidly as she pressed the 15th-floor button. She suddenly felt giddy. She didn’t know what to expect from James.

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

Valentine, who had approached without a sound or hint of presence, embraced Eugene. "...Just various thoughts." Eugene responded quietly, placing a hand on the arm wrapped around his body. Lips brushed against the back of his neck. His shoulders instinctively tensed. Valentine nibbled at the boundary between hair and nape with his teeth, then soon bit Eugene's earlobe. His hands freely roamed over Eugene's body, touching and caressing. He didn't forget to press and rub his slightly swollen crotch against Eugene's body. "We need to return to New York now."

Slowly, an unfamiliar feeling began to dawn on her—an understanding that this wasn't just friendship, but something more profound. One night, while counting the days since Jay had last been at the university, her eyes fell upon a specific date—February 14th. It struck her suddenly—it was Valentine's Day, the day Jay had given her the rose. A surge of electricity seemed to course through her heart as she finally grasped what Jay had been trying to convey to her that day till midnight.

January was so fast it was like it never even happened. Now it was February 14, the day of the lovers. After spending the entire day at work, William and Summer came back home. William had planned a valentine day surprise for his lover, their bedroom was covered with roses and candle lights lit up the room. Summer had just come back from work and she went straight to her room. On opening the door and seeing what William had done, she put her hand over her mouth and moved inside closely. William came out of the corner and hugged her from behind.

1 year later . "Than give me the flowers." Asked the little girl whose cheeks blushed naturally stared at the boy of eleven years in disgust. "No. It's for my lover." The boy called Than's arrogant reply. "B-but Ola is your lover." The girl stared innocently at Than who was holding the sunflower. Than grinned a little "No. You're my wife." He said flatly. "W-wife?" Ola stared at Than, confused. Than nodded "Sort of like your Mommy and my Mommy they are a wife." Than said seriously.