Unlikely Valentine Novels & Stories

I would never risk my lovethe for this witch "What’s the plan, then?" he asked, keeping his voice casual. "If Dorian’s slipping, we’ll need to strike soon." Vendetta smirked, clearly pleased that she had his attention. "Oh, don’t worry, Valen," she said, circling him again like a predator. "I’ve got a plan." She began detailing their next move, her voice full of vicious intent, but Valen’s mind had already drifted back to Lovethe. Could it be her? No maybe he was just exaggerating. Irwin was just a hybrid with low probability of getting to mate with the Alpha. Dorian would never liked to deal with her because, she wouldn't accept someone like Dorian.

“You sound bitter.” Valen lets out a snort and finally looks at Ilya again. “I don't have a very good opinion of attachments.” Ilya goes quiet because he understands that feeling more than anyone. He rolls his eyes and bites largely into the apple and looks away, failing to see the smile that comes across Valen’s face. “I have a different opinion on love," Valen continues, suddenly staring at Ilya with an intense gaze.

Valentine, driven by impatience, countered, "Since she's here, there's no reason to wait." Having made his decision, he steered his cart directly toward Mrs. Anderson and Benita, who were engrossed in their conversation and oblivious to his approach. "Mom, have you thought about inviting Lucas to the house?" Benita inquired with genuine curiosity. With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Anderson responded, "I worry that Lucas might think we're trying to get him to fill Valentine's shoes." Valentine, overhearing the conversation and the mention of being replaced, felt a surge of anger. His expression darkened like the storm clouds that had just cleared from the sky.

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.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

“Soon, Erica, there won’t be an Alpha standing in my way.” Valentine hummed to himself as he poured himself a wine and I watched him. I then realize the most terrifying truth of all, Valentine was the weed that needs to be taken out or the whole land will be infected with it. Valentine didn’t leave right away, especially when he was enjoying himself. He lingered near the doorway, his fingers brushing the wall. Suddenly, he laughed, quiet at first, then a little louder, like a mad man. “Do you know,” he said, tilting his head, “how easy it is to make people believe the wrong story?”

"Raven, I will explain everything. I promise." He started to walk toward the messenger, but then he stopped and retraced his steps. He leaned in a little, pointing a finger directly at Valen. "One last important thing: do not listen to a single word he has to say while I’m gone. He is manipulative, depraved, and he loves to cause trouble." Valen just leaned his head back and smirked, not bothered in the least. "Uh-huh. Sure. You go deal with your runaway bride. I’ll stay here and have some fun with my mate. Off you go."

Valerie said, "Darling, my feet hurt. I don't want to wear high heels anymore. I want to take them off." Kieran held her. "Be good. We'll take them off when we get home." Valerie shook her head. "Darling, where is my love rival? Dad said I have a love rival. Where is she?" "You don't have a love rival, Val. Are you drunk?" Valerie started to feel a bit dizzy. "Oh, darling, why is your head spinning?"

I can feel my legs becoming weak—just from his little gaze. He chuckles a bit as he look down at my hand. Everyone is focusing on us and I can sense myself burning up. It feels like someone just throw me into the flames or something. He looks up once more, ''I see these vows not as promises but as privileges; I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you.'' Oh wow where did he get that vow? I roll my eyes mentally at my sarcasm.