Stranger Things Valentine Novels & Stories

They were about to speed out through the door when Valarie stopped them. “Oh, it's you.” Iago breathes out as she stepped towards him, they were about to embrace each other before she forced her hands into her heart and he dropped. “Goodbye Iago DeAndre. Your time is up.” Valarie smirked before dropping his heart. Chloe shrieked. She stepped backward and bumped into Hayley Michael. “Hello, my highschool friend.” “She is a vampire.” Valarie told Hayley. “I know, she's so cold.” Hayley snickered.

Valentine explained as she walked to the kitchen, placing down the grocery bags on the counter. “You could have just continued working on that shop. You can ignore your friend and William, leave them alone in their lives snogging all the time. Exchanging saliva and—” “Dad, stop,” Valentine laughed. “That’s gross.” She unloaded the bags and placed the vegetables to the refrigerator. Knocking erupted from the door and she immediately said, “dad, can you answer it? I’m busy taking care of the groceries.” The noise of the television was gone, it was obvious that the turned it off. “Who is it?” Billy yelled.

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."

Watching her figure disappear through the doorway, I hurriedly reached for my phone to call the police. Suddenly, her menacing face appeared in the crack of the door. She snatched the phone out of my hand, glaring at me. “Who were you trying to call? Were you planning to complain to Mr. Rivers and ask him to come back for you? Tonight, Mr. Rivers is hosting a special Valentine’s party for Miss Wynne Watson. You’d better know your place and stop causing trouble!” She sneered and tossed my phone off the balcony. I instinctively felt that Mary’s reaction was off, but in my panic, all I could do was grab her wrist.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

I mumbled. “That's great, Vianne. I have also noticed how happy you look in her classes. You should totally listen to her.” I smiled. “You are so sweet.” “I know,” She replied. Afterward, we walked out of the school hallway and both waited for our drivers to arrive. Diana stared at her phone while I stared blankly at the gate. She suddenly looked over to me and placed her hands on my shoulder. “It's Valentine's Day next Wednesday.” My last Valentine was with my ex-boyfriend who ended up cheating on me with my so-called best friend, Ava.

Valentine shrugged. "Is Maya still in here? I expected some sarcastic comment" Freya asked, pretending to look around for Maya. "I'm here, moron, speechless. I'm just speechless" Maya scoffed and the girls laughed. After conversing with the girls, Valentine went to Eric's chambers. She tried knocking but her hand froze in mid-air as the door opened. She swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on her almost like he was looking through her soul or something. She suddenly realized she needed his permission to spend the day with him. What if he didn't want to see her? What if he asked her to leave? Why didn't she think of this before?

Lisa asked, “Valentine is the surprise for you.” “Are you guys serious at all? Valentine, a surprise to me?” “Oh come on baby, I am a surprise for you.” “You can't be serious Vale. I even have an issue with you. Why did you not call me to tell me you were here already?” “Because I thought I would be disturbing you. You were probably sleeping with your husband.” “You are crazy Vale.” “That's no lie young lady.” Mom chipped in. “Really mom? You are supporting Valentine right now?”

oh. In the middle of his legs on the bed, the flyer glows. A faint, eerie shimmer at the back. A sun symbol. Save the planet from vampires. Valentine’s eyes widen. He looks at Achilles. Something unspoken passes between them. Valentine exhales sharply. “This is impossible.” He flips the flyer over, inspecting it like it might bite. His expression is unreadable. Achilles clenches his jaw. “I haven’t heard about them for a decade.”

"Open it." Shaking her head, she reached for the box and pulled out the card first. To my woman, best friend and personal problem– it's a wonder my blood pressure is still normal– happy Valentine's day. I doubt you remember, so i'll try not to be too mad. I expect something, though. A kiss will suffice. Or fifty, I don't mind. ~Brandon. Beth was lost, mortified and deeply touched all at once. It was Valentine's day?! Scrambling for her phone, she took one look at the date and squeezed her eyes shut. Yolanda chose that time to squeal, startling Beth.