Valentine Car Novels & Stories

“Stay with me, please. Please don’t leave me too. I can’t, I can’t lose you too.” Her lips moved faintly, almost soundless. I leaned in, desperate to catch every word. “Lisha, my little moon....” “No, no, don’t, don’t talk like that. Save your strength, we’ll get help, you’ll be fine.” Tears streamed down my face as I pressed her blood soaked hand against my cheek. The bead bracelet I’d given her days ago glistened under the torchlight, wet with blood. Her head slowly tilted, with her hand slipping from my cheek to the ground.

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.

"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."

~~Vanessa~~ Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘Walk of shame?’ I learned this phrase from Paige years ago. When a woman has a one-night stand with a man and then escapes in the morning before he wakes up? That walk back home is a walk of shame. Every year on February fifteenth after Valentine's Day. The both of us sit by my window, a cup of popcorn in both our hands and we watch women do the walk of shame back home and even sometimes men. We both laughed so hard each time, but today….I'm in their shoes.

My eyes rolled back in escasty when he drove two fingers in, shoving them in slowly. *** We got to a gigantic black gate with a particular emblem that struck me. I was trying to catch my breath from the heavy experience Valentine made me have. Marcelo stepped out of the car holding a can of air diffuser. Valentine held his hands, with a stern look, "Don't do that. I like the scent of the car.” Red heat curled up my cheek. I walked away hiding the blush up my face from him. I pushed open the door and walked in.

I ask incredulously. “Of course I did. Valerie is a perfect name for her. A reliable name for a reliable car,” she says proudly. “Valerie looks like she desperately needed to retire 10 years ago,” I say, still not understanding what she likes about this car. “Don’t you listen to him, Val,” she says as we start moving. I sigh. Valerie is about as fast as a human grandmother. Zero to sixty in just under an hour. “Baby, I could run faster than this,” I whine.

“Oh goodness, it’s a white sports car that’s apparently not available in the entire country. The netizens say the car is worth about 80 million dollars and it’s a special edition. Not even that, the car plate number is 4EVA, which means forever and always. It means so much more than just saying I love you.” “...” Did that mean forever and always was not cheesy? “Get Shaun to buy you one as well. He’s so wealthy but nowhere as romantic. I’ve sent you the video. Share it with him as a passive-aggressive reminder.” “Actually… that car belongs to me.” “What?” “The car that went viral online, the one with the car plate number 4EVA… It was gifted to me by Shaun this morning. I started driving it h

"Ugh, this better be worth it." "Trust me, it is!" I said, flipping the camera to the back and bolted out of the room, running all the way toward the parking lot. The moment my phone screen filled with the image of my car, Kelly gasped. A loud, dramatic gasp. "OH. MY. GOD." He screeched. "Arya, is it... Is it what I'm thinking?" "Yes, it is!" I squealed, running my hand along the smooth, polished surface. "Lucas got it for me for Valentine."

"We can take the back car. The one the guards don't check. You have the key to the private garage, don't you?" Valentina blushed. She loved feeling like she had a secret with me. "Yes. I have the key in my jewelry box." "Get it," I said. "Tonight, at ten o'clock, when the music is loud, we will leave. We will go to the mountains together." Valentina reached out and hugged me. She thought she had won. She thought she was finally taking me away from Naomi’s memory. But I was looking over her shoulder at the wall. I wasn't going to a clinic. And I wasn't taking her with me. I was going to use her key to get to the one car the guards didn't track—the vintage car her father had given her as a wed

Get in, and we'll talk. "I have a car," replied Valentina. "You have a car" Jacob looked around. "Where is it?" "Behind yours." Jacob turned around to look and laughed out loud, "Is that a scooter?" "Yes," Valentina replied in a muffled voice, her face flushed for an embarrassing moment. "Come on, I'll give you a ride back" Jacob flashed her a smile and, regardless of Valentina's response, walked a few steps and put the little Scooter in the trunk of his car.