Trolls Valentines Novels & Stories

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

I turned to look at Liam who was staring at me with an unreadable expression. “What?" I growled in a annoyance. I knew whatever is going to come out of his mouth would either piss me off even more or put a smile on my face. Either way I had no choice but to listen. “Are you going to say something or not? Quite looking at me like an helpless hippo." Liam scoffed like an angry teenager turning his head to the side. “Mia Valisteen" s eighteen birthday is next week." “ And?" I asked with a brow up displeased with his withhold of information. Liam has been with me since I stated building my empire form the scratch, he's my second in command and also my best friend. God was graceful enough to give

One of the furious throng snatched something out of it and hurled it straight at my face. It was a wad of used gauze—still stained with blood and reeking of antiseptic—splattering wet across my skin like filth. "Yeah! Use garbage! Trash like him belongs with trash!" "Scum! Society's waste!" Suddenly, cotton swabs, bloodied bandages, and crumpled ointment wrappers came flying from all directions. Pinned to the wall, I had nowhere to dodge, nowhere to even turn my head. All I could do was stand there and endure, letting the filth strike me again and again. I had to swallow every drop of humiliation, rage, blood, and tears. 'Lisa. George. Just you wait.'

I said firm​ly, “why a‍re you s​aying thi‌s? I love yo​u, I chose you.‍” His jaw clenched. “Do​ you still love him?” “No.” “Do you w‌ant to fu‌ck him?” “No,” , my v​oice wavered. “God, Jess.” Eyes bu‍rni⁠ng. “⁠Do⁠ you understa‍nd‍ how I feel‍ to thin‍k I’m your secon‌d choice ?” I grabb‌ed hi​s hands. “You‌’re not m⁠y rebound. Sadie‌ and Stefan are​ d‍ating. It’s not e‍ve​n a⁠n option for me, ever!”

“Then what is he? Because he’s shirtless in your room, Val, and you’re blushing like you swallowed fire. Just a fling?” Wow… is that how hot I was? She blushed like she swallowed fire? How come I didn’t notice that? Well, women knew themselves more, it is only getting interesting. Valerie’s throat clicked as she swallowed, stammering. “He’s just… a… it’s complicated.” “Complicated.” Anna’s brow arched, skeptical. “Yes!” Valerie nearly shouted, her grip tightening on Anna’s wrist. “Like – an alliance. In revenge. That’s all. Just – just don’t go thinking…”

The angle frames my tits nicely and I'm not too ashamed to say it. "Someone has a secret admirer," Melvin says, taking a large… No, that's not the right word… a huge bouquet in a crystal vase from his cart and placing them on my desk next to my computer. I stare at the flowers for a moment. "Are they for Mr. Valiant?" I ask hesitantly. I swear, if his lady friend from this weekend bought them for him, I'll smash the vase over his damn head. Melvin laughs. "Don't think he's the roses type of guy. They're for you."

He waited for a hint of resistance but Jane had clamped her eyes shut. Jeff hesitated before taking over. He took her lips into his softly. Again it felt real and genuine. If anything was, Jeff knew he had come to love this woman. He touched her and unleashed his passion. Jane acted against the alarms that blew up in her head. "This isn't right.. But we are betrothed," she lectured herself.

When he settles down, his broad shoulders pressing against the inside of my thighs, so close to my core. And that's all I can think about when my mouth goes dry. Valentine tilts his head back, his eyes meeting mine. I can feel the tension building in the air as we stare at each other, until Trey rushes into the room, banishing my thoughts and handing me the scissors. Trey sits on the couch as I part Val's soft, soaked hair with the comb I find on the bed. Valentine almost seems to sink under my touch and I try not to react to how much I enjoy touching him. Run my hands through his hair, brushing my thighs over his shoulders. I've never been this close to him.

“Not because of the lights. Or the dress. Or the dancing.” “Then why?” “Because we’re all still here. After everything — we’re here. Together.” Scene – Group Chat, Midnight Tessy: I’m saving every photo. Even the sweaty ones. Leo: Especially the sweaty ones. That’s where the real love lives. Greg: Night, crew. This one’s for the memory vault. Helena: Goodnight, my people. Happy Love Day. ❤️ Scene – Helena’s Journal, After Midnight Dear Me, This Valentine’s wasn’t a fairy tale — it was real.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.