The Unexpected Valentine Novels & Stories

He turns to me and takes my hands in his, give me a kiss, and gave me that cocky smile again. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” I nodded in embarrassment as Valentine walked towards June. “Later,” He says and walked out the door. June glared at me and crossed her arms, waiting for an explanation. “Spill,” “Okay, first off, that wasn’t cool, June. He’s just a friend.” “A friend who’s not from our university, dressed up like a robot, and someone who we’ve never heard of?!” “I..I..” “Hailey, what’s going on?! Who was that guy?! And how come we don’t know about him?! How come you’ve never told us that you’ve been meeting up with a stranger?!”

"Have you met rich people?" Fair enough. Valentina's date—some guy from Dalton who probably has a trust fund and opinions about cryptocurrency—looks confused about why his girlfriend has abandoned him for the center of the dance floor. He's trying to look casual about being publicly ditched, which means he looks like he's pretending to text someone important while actually just refreshing his email. Valentina opens her mouth. And then she doesn't. Not because she changes her mind, or because she decides against whatever performance she had planned. But because she literally just... stops. Mid-gesture. Mid-smile.

“Right? There was never a rule like this in previous years. I don’t know what’s going on this year. Did roses offend hospital management or something? Not a single petal is allowed anywhere.” “Then what’s the point of Valentine’s Day?” “Forget it. Just let it go…” Only then did Donald realize it was Valentine’s Day. He and Angela once had an agreement that on Valentine’s Day, he would buy a bouquet of gardenias and stay home. It never occurred to him to link the hospital’s ban on roses to Angela. Aside from him, Rachel, and Nina, no one else knew Angela carried a shadow where roses were concerned. “Who on earth leaked that video? Dr. Wright actually has a girlfriend?”

He was such a fun person to be around and we became friends that very day. By the time I returned home, I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was dive under my covers and sleep, but soon learnt that that day would change everything. When I got home, I found the house locked, with all the furniture out of sight from outside, with a sold sign proudly standing on the dry lawn. The panic I felt that day shook my world. The thoughts that plagued my mind threatened my sanity as I wondered where my aunt had gone while hoping that she was alright. After a few minutes, I don't know what made me go to the mailbox, but I did. I opened it and found a letter with a key from my aunt. She had left with a new

The doctor looked visibly startled when he saw me in the hospital room. Not long ago, I had come to him for a prenatal checkup and asked how to ensure my baby's health. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, the child couldn't be saved," he said, his voice tinged with pity and sympathy. "Should we inform the father? Strange, it's Valentine's Day, and he's not here with you. Was there something urgent?" Oddly, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm.

And then, a phone vibrated sharply. Valerie startled, pulling back just enough to break the spell. She glanced down at the screen. Unknown number. A single message glowed. Unknown: If you think tonight is painful, wait until she tells you what he really chose. Her breath caught. Sebastian saw it instantly. “What?” he asked. Valerie looked up at him, something cold and sharp sliding back into place where heat had been seconds before. “She’s not finished,” Valerie said quietly. Sebastian’s expression darkened.

Before the scolding comes to an end the atypically peaceful day, I step forward and hold out the bouquet towards him. “For you!” I say hurriedly, and he looks at me in disbelief at my lame attempt to escape a scolding. Valentin holds the flowers in one hand and picks up a bloody card with the other. He opens it and reads the contents, and I freeze, because I wonder who it's from and I'm scared of what's written there. “I love you and I won't let you run away from the feeling out of fear” Valentin reads the sentence out loud, on purpose, attracting the attention of the curious. “I didn't know that what you felt for me was love, miss.”

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?”

As the newspapers settled, a sense of anticipation permeated the surroundings, as if the delivery of the news held a profound significance that transcended the mundane act. One such newspaper, propelled by an unexpected gust of wind, sailed through an open window, narrowly missing the owner of a grand mansion, Asmodeus, the former king of hell. Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Asmodeus emerged from his abode, his imposing figure exuding an air of regal authority. His piercing gaze bore witness to the headline that had disrupted his solitude: "Valentine is coming. Where is your lover? Don't be sitting at home feeling lonely!" Surprisingly, a wry smile tugged at the corners of Asmodeus's

They pulled away. Valentine finally felt comfortable being at home. She missed stepping onto the tiles that she grew up with. She expected the aroma of cigarette and alcohol combined, lingering themselves in the open space. Instead, it was flowery, and cozy. “I arrived about three days ago. I didn’t expect you to be here since I’ve seen your face shown in the television. You’ve been the talk of the city, Val,” he said, sounding amused. “What have you been hiding from me all these years? I only got myself in an accident then there you are, married to one of the famous and successful faces of our city.”