Valentine Ladybug Novels & Stories

“What could I possibly help? You have everything all figured out without me. I’m just a weakling, an abomination, and a waste of space. Isn’t that what you told me before you rejected me?” “I know what I said.” My jaw locked as I ignored the knot in my gut. “What did you call me before I left? A bed bug.” I chuckled. “A ladybug, Amelia, and it’s not an insult.” “It’s not a compliment either.” “You know what ladybug symbolizes? It may maybe a tiny beetle, but it symbolizes goodness and positivity, protection, and renewals. New beginnings.” “Spare me the crap, but we’re not going.”

”I don't celebrate Valentine's, Rhea, you know that. “Oh, come on. It's a great day. There's love in the air, romance on the horizon, what's not to love?” “It’s just like every other regular day but with pretentious couples that are probably cheating on each other acting like horny teenagers that think they are in love,” She snorted. “Wow, you really know how to light up a room,” she said dryly. “I just speak the truth, that's why I only have three friends.” “You know, just because your ex cheated on you on Valentine's Day doesn't mean you should hate the holiday!’

"Alpha." "Valentine," Vaela says, gesturing toward me. "Fiorenca." "Frankie," I correct automatically. Vaela clicks her tongue. "That is not your name." "It really is." Valentine beams, she's been handed a new puppy, she lunges forward. Her arms pull me in an enthusiastic hug. I'm struck by how genuine she is, there isn't a single sharp edge hiding underneath her warmth. I've spent enough time with shitty ass people to know kindness is often transactional. Valentine's isn't. The empathy pouring off her feels limitless. It almost hurts.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

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

I hope you don’t mind. Lucas felt extremely sweetness even in the simple text message she had sent to him. And it made his heart skip a beat when he noticed that she had mentioned her and him, together as us. He looked at Haven’s face who was expecting him to say something, “Uh… I am sorry, Honey. I was very busy at work that I could not check my phone.” Haven blushed at the endearment he used for her. “That’s okay. So.. will you come in?”

Get your mind out of the gutter. “What was your mom doing in your house?” Valentine grimaces at that question. “I don’t know, but I’m having the locks changed. She isn’t supposed to be here. She knows that.” “Valentine?” Marvel looks up at him. “Valentine. Just Valentine,” Valentine groans. Marvel wrinkles his nose but complies. “Can the pretty girl, Stephanie, come back to play?” “Goddess, I hope not,” Valentine grimaces. “You don’t like her?”

A girl I didn’t quite recognize was trailing behind her, probably one of her new shadows. Lily stopped right in front of me with that same smug smile, she slammed her palms down on my desk. “Chocolate and red balloons?” she scoffed. “That’s it? How basic. Poor souls like you really have no standards.” I rolled my eyes, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. She smirked wider, clearly encouraged by my silence. “Do you know what my boyfriend got me for Valentine’s day last year?” Lily flipped her hair dramatically. “He got me two designer handbags.”