Valentine Devotion Novels & Stories

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."

"A sacred love shared between a couple. Like those men and women you had seen." "Why is it a secret? It's not a secret. They're all quite open about it." "Sacred. Meaning, it's something valuable. More valuable than all the riches in the world. It's regarded with great respect," the Queen whispered. "Wow." "Mhmmm. That's why they say valentine. It means someone you love or someone you would want to have a romantic relationship with. That person should be very important in their partner's life." "Will I be in a romantic relationship too? I'm already a Valentine..." the Prince asked in horror.

"Good. Take a break to eat or drink. You can't defend yourself if you're too weak from hunger or thirst." Furo looked from me to his cadets. "Damn. That's the first time they've followed orders on the first direction." "They just need the proper influence." I leaned against the wall and looked at my watch. It was going on 3 p.m. Hm, it was what the mortals called Valentine's Day. I wondered what traditions demons had for the supposed day of love, if any. I hadn't seen anything yet so I guessed that they didn't care. Angels didn't care, either. You didn't need to save your expressions of love to one day. You could do it at any time and it'd be just as appreciated. "Alright, get up. We work o

“He made that up, didn’t he?” “He did.” “And what was he?” Valentine smirks. “A daredevil that could change forms.” I let out a strangled noise. “Of course, he was.” “I told him it was the worst idea he’d ever had.” “And?” “He said, ‘Shut up, Daddy, and read the woman’s palm.’” I collapse into laughter. “I hate that he was this funny.” “He was an idiot.” “The best idiot.” Valentine smiles, nodding. “Yeah. The best.”

When Fernandez met me, he was immediately astounded, “What happened to you, Mrs. Rose?” Over the past week, the scars on my face began to form scabs. I looked completely hideous to the point of being terrifying. Devin settled me on the couch before regarding Fernandez with a sharp look, “On Valentine's Day, my wife was waiting for me in a restaurant when a group of women suddenly barged inside and accused my wife of being a homewrecker. They beat her until she had a miscarriage and disfigured her.” Fernandez’s reaction was one of complete shock. Then, it turned to swift anger. “Completely unacceptable! How can something like this be allowed to happen in a civilized society? If I find out who

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

"I thought men like me got one thing. The club or the family. The brotherhood or the love story. I didn't know it could be both." Valentina moved around the table. He turned his chair and she sat in his lap, same as she had a thousand times, the way that still felt right after fifteen years of marriage. "Men like you," she repeated. "What kind is that?" "From nowhere. With nothing. With more damage than sense for most of my twenties." "You had sense. You let me go when letting me go was the right thing. That took sense." She put her hands on his face. "And you waited. For ten years, you waited for me to come back instead of giving up. That's not damage. That's devotion."

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

“Valentine, what you’re feeling... it’s not love. It’s a twisted outburst of emotion, born out of a moment of weakness. You know I’m with Wilson. You know we’re fated to be together.” His jaw tightens, his fists clenching at his sides. “Fated? By whose laws, Selena? The laws of wolves? Of spirits? Of witches? Uhn, tell me? Fate can change in an instant… feelings can change. What if I told you that I could make you happier than Wilson ever could, if only you’d give me the chance?” She shakes her head, her expression pained. “You’re wrong, Valentine. I love Wilson. He’s my mate, my other half. What we have... it’s sacred. It’s unbreakable.”