Stranger Things Valentine's Novels & Stories

he gestured between them “—never changes.” Amelia smiled, warm and full. “Welcome home, Val.” He smiled back. “I’m home, big sis.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she watched Valentine devour the last of the pancake like it was the best thing he had eaten in years. “So,” she began casually, stirring her tea, “do I have a sister-in-law somewhere in the world that you are hiding from me?” Valentine laughed, almost choking. “Girlfriend? No. Not yet.”

Lucas said as he waved goodbye while I waved back in return. Valentine came like every other holiday in my calendar but it was also the busiest time for me. Letters, gifts, cards, pictures, invitations, matchmaking and creepy postcards from unknown and known images. I wonder if humans knew valentine was not just to show erotic love but charitable and kind love in honor of St. Valentine. “Charlie!” Shawn announced boldly as I paused. I turned back and stared with disbelief when I saw Shawn holding a bouquet of pink roses and a basket full of gifts before I smiled.

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.

" At that moment, the close-up camera swept across my legs. The vivid red spider lily tattoo stood out starkly against my pale skin, enlarged on the screen. It was seductive and shocking. Just as Calvin's fingers were about to touch me… Bang! A deafening explosion rang out. The hand reaching toward me burst apart in an instant, exploding into a cloud of blood. Warm blood splattered across my face. The entire hall fell deathly silent. Everyone stared in terror at the most mysterious VIP box on the second floor. Shattered bulletproof glass littered the floor.

Still thinking about last night and how she had foolishly given herself to a complete stranger, one she was thankful was not a thief, her phone suddenly began ringing and Valerie rushed to pick up her phone. It was her best friend Maya calling, her jaws nearly dropped when she recollected she was supposed to be out working late at the restaurant where she works. She had only planned on taking few hours off to spend with Sam because it was valentine's Day. She placed the phone a few inches away from her ear in order not to have her ear drums bursted because she knew exactly who Maya was. "Valllllllll" was the next word that came from the phone in a very loud tone.

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.

“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.

“Your father fired her, didn't he? I've always known that you billionaires are terrible people, but I've never thought my mum and I would be victims. Don't worry, she will find another job by the end of the week. You and your family can go to hell. Well, except Maybelline. She is not like you and your father.” His throat ripples as his eyes return to the lock. It's open now. He takes it off and opens the locker. In what seems like a second, his eyes turn dark as he pulls a single rose flower out. “You… have a Valentine?” My jaw slacks to the ground. I never imagined that I would get something tonight. Especially since I've never had any admirers in Densberry High.

He didn’t speak at first, just stood there, watching me like he was reading something beneath the skin. “Valentine is a lot to handle.” he said immediately he got close. I leaned back slowly, rubbing my face. "That’s... a complicated thing to say for a thirteen year old." "I’m fourteen, actually. And I watch people. That’s what I do." A beat of silence passed. Then, he said, "She got a call two days ago. I wasn’t supposed to hear it. I didn’t mean to. But I wasn't so far from her and she thought I was distracted by my games but she tried to keep her voice really low."

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.