Stranger Things Valentine's Novels & Stories

TARA “Tell me what?” I froze in place. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Damian was right. Valentine was here. In fact, he was standing right in front of me with a broad smile on his face. “Hello, sis.” “Val.” Before I even realized what I was doing, I was already throwing myself at him, hugging him tight. “I can’t believe you’re here.” “Well, I can’t believe you are here.” He spelled it out, chuckling.

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.

Luckily her friend was there all the way to support her. "You can do this Valentine. You are strong." Valentine swallowed her friend's words hook, line and sinker. She needed the motivation. Now more than ever. Putting in on a polite smile for the show, Valentine pushed the door open and walked right in. Her gaze caught Alpha Jason first. He looked calculated and his attention seemed to be fixated on something on his finger. Then she shifted her gaze to meet Devin Crow. Disgust immediately filled her heart. Her legs stopped working for a brief moment and she stared. He did the same but in place of the grim line that existed between her lips, Devin was smiling. The thoughts that ran through h

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.

But whoever Zane falls in love with, she is going to fully support her son. Valentines’ Day is another fun-filled day in the university, not only for couples, but also for people who are secretly crushing on their university friends. It is always exciting to receive or give flowers and chocolates. So, just like how the university is filled with hearts everywhere, Keira excitedly gave her cookies to Theo first. “Wow! Thank you so much!” “Oh, how sweet of you Keira.” Zeev butted in, eyeing the other cute packs of cookies.

Valentine’s voice gasped, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin. Nadia’s eyes went wide. She pulled the phone away from her ear as if it had turned into a snake. "Valentine! Are you serious right now?" "Hold on... wait..." Valentine panted into the phone, his voice frail and distracted. "Nadia... I’m a bit... occupied. He’s very... thorough with his dick game." "That is so gross!" Nadia hissed, her face flushing red. " I'm hanging up! Goodnight, Val! Get a room!"

When my parents tried forcing my future into neat little boxes Dominic was the one who looked me dead in the face at nineteen and said "Then break the fucking box you idiot" And I did. Because he did too. We walked away from expectations side by side and never looked back. There was no universe where I’d betray him. None. Which meant whatever this feeling was needed to die immediately. Right fucking now. I looked toward Valerie again before I could stop myself. She was laughing now. Head tilted back slightly, eyes crinkled at the corners, fingers stained faintly with ink from signing so many books. Someone handed her a flower bouquet and she looked so startled by it that she laughed harder.

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

Bryan hasn't texted since this morning's curt "Running late. Start without me if you want." On Valentine's Day. Our fifth anniversary. I poured a drink. Then I poured one more. The bubbles hurt my throat. I looked out the big window. The city shimmered below, thousands of tiny lights glowing like fallen stars. The room is very expensive and it beats the cost of my dress. Bryan chose it because he wanted to show our love off. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I know work has been stressful for you. I'll try harder to understand." I soliloquized, memorizing the words I've rehearsed all week.

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?"