The Wrong Valentine Novels & Stories

“No, I'm not disappointed in you, Stella. You're my best friend, remember? And there's no way I'd ever judge you….it was a mistake but guess what?” "What?” "There's always a way around every mistake. We're keeping it” She rubbed my stomach. My eyes stung with tears that I had to bite down on my jaw to hold back. “I should have married you instead, Val!’ I pulled her for a hug but instead, she pushed me off "Hey bitch, I'm straighttt” We both laughed. “No more sulking. He's out of town, let's use that to our advantage. For now, have this" She dropped a novel she pulled out of her bag in my hand.

She left out her intimate moments with Ryan, but Venus wasn’t fooled. As Irene spoke, Venus’s gaze drifted to her neck. Something caught her eye near the collarbone — the edge of concealer rubbed off against Irene’s shirt collar. Venus narrowed her eyes and leaned forward without warning. “Hey— what are you doing?” Irene protested weakly. Venus swiped her thumb over the smudge, revealing the faint reddish-purple mark beneath. Her eyes widened, and she slapped her sister’s shoulder lightly. “Oh. My. God. Irene! Did you finally get laid??”

Rome repeated before taking another drink of his whiskey. Andrei let out a deep breath, as if carefully choosing his words. "Well... I already told her I love her." "And?" "She said she likes me." "But that wasn't my question." Rome raised an eyebrow. "Are you two actually together?" "We... never talked about that. We never really defined what we are—" "And that's exactly the problem," Rome cut in. "What?" Andrei asked, frowning. "She's not your girlfriend." Rome looked at him seriously. "Which means you don't have the right to tell her who she can spend time with or who she can see."

As if daring her to walk a way with the look in his eyes. Slowly….. Slowly …. Closing the space between them …. Irina froze .. aware of what was about to happen and awaited it calmly. She wanted him. Kyle George. Her business partner. He paused. Looked at her and groaned. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not my business partner , Irina “. He said. And Irina blinked “Kyle…? “ And when he’d caught up with they had made love with each other passionately , finally … without every business board room. It was jut both of them. Two consented adults with the same feelings.

“Are you talking about Sherrie and her group of jealous gossiping ladies? Well, we have dress code policies, but she seems to think the policies aren’t meant for her.” She suddenly stands up straight and her eyes sparkle as she flashes me a huge grin. “Enough about the witches in the office. Please tell me you and Deanna are going to renew your vows. She deserves a proper wedding and not that shabby thing she got.” My mind goes back to that night in Vegas. The hideous off-key wedding march echoes in my head while images of the run-down building flash by. I agree. Deanna deserves so much better than that.

will you at least come and meet him before saying no? Val sighed dramatically. "I hate you." "I know." Liv said,face hopeful. "But will you come?" Val looked around the table. Every single member of the family was smiling. Even Ethan. Especially Ethan. She groaned. "This is why I hide in Florida." "When's the show?" Ethan asked. Livvy smiled. "Valentine's Day." The words had barely left her mouth before Ethan's head snapped up and his chair scraped back. "No." he said forcefully.

he called over his shoulder, ducking as Carmen swung her shoe at him. "Explain? EXPLAIN?" Carmen's voice rose to a shriek. "You drugged me! And put me on a plane without my consent! How dare you?!” "But It’s a surprise!” Liam protested, weaving around seats and then suddenly stopped shouting, “ Happy Valentine.” With his arm stretch out. Carmen skidded to a stop, breathing hard, her brow furrowing as she hissed through gritted teeth, “It’s November, you idiot.” “Is it?” he blinked. Then suddenly smiled again, "But still, it didn't matter. Valentine can be celebrated at anytime….”

"The guest list includes four members of the state transit board and the entire executive committee for the Vance merger. They aren't looking at dresses." "They’re looking at everything," Bridget murmured. She stopped behind Sloane’s chair, her eyes meeting her sister’s in the glass. "Arthur Vale's head of acquisitions is near the main bar. He hates small talk. Do not offer him a summary. The woman with the diamonds near the terrace is Margaret’s oldest friend. She expects you to know her name before she gives it to you. And the couple by the east windows control the pension fund vote Declan needs next quarter."

He felt that the gifts he had bought for her were not enough, so he decided to buy more. As he walked, he spoke quietly to his assistant. “We are going to get more gifts for my girl. I don’t think the ones I bought are enough.” The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said. As Eric turned a corner, his eyes landed on a young woman holding a pendant. Eric’s footsteps slowed immediately. His eyes locked onto the pendant in the young woman’s hand. For a brief second, even his breathing seemed to pause. It was the same family heirloom he had given to a girl seventeen years ago.