Trolls Valentines Novels & Stories

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.

With that said I slam shut my locker door and walk away from a fuming Madison with a shocked Dylan in tow. "Alyssa! I'm so not done with you." Madison screams from behind me. "Well I am!" I yell back, turning the hallway corner. Only to meet eyes with Chloe Valentine, none other than Madison's best friend since middle school. Her vibrant smile lit up the hallway. Sometimes I wonder how such a nice girl ended up being friends with my cold tyrant of a sister. "Alyssa, you look great." Chloe compliments, giving me a bright smile that puts her pearly whites on display for all to witness.

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

“Sorry, Magnus, I have something for you…” Dorothy said, softly holding out a card, “I hope you…” Magnus tore the card into pieces without a word or a look. Dorothy gasped and bolted from the lake where Magnus often hid from his friends and Alpha training when he needed space. His eyes widened with shock at her running form. Confusion gripped him until he looked down at the grass, noticing it wasn’t a note from his best friend; it appeared to be something else. He knelt down, his hands shaking as he pieced it back together. Horror washed over him as the card went back together. He swallowed hard as he put the last piece back together. It was a Valentine’s Day card she was asking for him to b

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.