Unlikely Valentine Novels & Stories

“Stop it. You’ve helped him plan. Maybe you can contact him, like trap him to draw him out, by asking for his help, like you’re moving to the US for good. I’m sure he watched the news.” “No, sis. I’m sorry.” “Right. Now, you’re a private citizen, you don’t wanna risk your life for your sister.” Mad clearly offended my brother. “I could say the same thing. He was your best friend. Why not risk your life for my sister? If you wanna bait yourself, I’m sure he’s coming to attend your wedding.” “What made you say that?” Damian finally talked. Valentine shrugged. “Just a hunch, if I were to hurt someone—”

"I'm saying this because everyone knows he doesn't offer legal covering to most companies. And honestly, we don't have the money to pay for it." The omega went still, her back arched at an odd angle, for sure her spine was broken. The alpha didn't. I leaned forward. Hmm, that's an interesting effect. "You don't need money when you have me. My birthday is coming up, I'll ask him then. He'll do it for me, trust me." "Ah, valentine's day," I flashed Leonard a smile. "You remembered." He rolled his eyes. And goodness, did he look so sassy doing it. "Please, how could I forget? By the way, you owe me a thousand dollars. I accept cash only."

Valentine grinned, leaning against the doorframe. "Difficult? No, boss. The word you’re looking for is independent. Little Miss Independent doesn't want anyone’s charity, especially not from the Alpha King." "Go," Conrad said, turning his chair back to the window. "On it," Valentine said with a smile, spinning on his heel. As Valentine left, Conrad looked down at the black card on his desk. He picked it up and held it for a moment, the scent of her still clinging to the plastic.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

"Just that I feel it's too sudden." "Do you not feel nothing for me? Anything at all?" I couldn't respond because I had nothing to say. The truth was that I had already started redeveloping feelings for him, but I was being cautious because I couldn't tell if really it was love or if I was just infatuated with his peaceful presence. "If I asked you to be my Val, would you agree?" My eyes almost popped out of its socket. "Josh, Valentine is still a long way." "I know, that's why I'm asking now."

"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.

“You’re stressing me out more than I already am. Your bastard cousin is about to give me a fucking heart attack as is.” This is my opportunity to interject and hopefully get more clues as to what went wrong between Lev and Vanya. “What’s the deal with this guy?” I ask. “I need a drink first,” Valentine replies, sinking into the couch next to me. “Lev, get us drinks. No ice. Don’t water that shit down. I need it strong today.”

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

Adriano thundered, kicking his car in anger. Fate has different twist all the time, when human thinks that they gave finally conquered the evil in their life… they are living nothing except in illusion. They don't know what storm was waiting for them in the future … that storm name was Valerio Valentine who already planned to shook them to the core but they were unaware. Sometimes living in ignorance is not a bliss.

They stood there, the same way until they realized it was better to part before the elders could remind them to do so. ****** “Height 5’7’’, well built, looking for an understanding..” Kavi, Valerie colleague at work caught a glimpse of the matrimony page, which was displayed in Valerie system. February 15th, the system showed the date in the right bottom of the screen. Valerie struggled with the mouse pointer to minimize the window as swiftly as she could. It was a cool winter morning. Valerie reached the office earlier than usual. It was just 9.30 A.M