Valentine Morgenstern Novels & Stories

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.

It took convincing from Mom, my brother Dante, and my cousin Leo for him to finally allow me to come here. Now that I’m here, I’m terrified, nervous, and excited all at the same time. Pulling on my bra and panties, I gaze at my reflection once more. Thick curves greet me, more so than that of the average werewolf. Where their hips are narrow, mine are wide. Where their backsides are toned muscle, mine is soft and round. I get dressed in my pale pink loungewear and run a brush through my long locks before leaving the bathroom. Valentina’s sitting on the sofa, a frown on her face as she holds up her tablet, which displays an image. It’s the side profile of a handsome man.

Yet, no one would expect to stumble upon such a prominent figure in the library, let alone studying with his family. After Valerie came back from the restroom, being pregnant, she roped in Kieran to help gather up her books and stuff. "Darling, those alcohol wipes and the hydrating mist are mine, alright? And that pen over there is Morgan's. Bennett gave it to her for her sixteenth birthday, and it's strictly hands-off to anyone else," Valerie said. Valerie gently nudged Morgan and William awake. "Dad, Morgan, let's grab some lunch." They slowly woke up with shared identical expressions of confusion. In unison, they both asked, "Huh? What time is it?"

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."

It was Morgana, her ethereal figure flickering but no less menacing. “You’ve delayed me long enough,” she said, her voice a venomous hiss. “The anchors, the Nexus, this realm—they all belong to me.” Valen stepped forward, his staff glowing with arcane energy. “You’re nothing but a shadow, Morgana. You can’t stop us.” Morgana’s laughter filled the cavern, cold and mocking. “A shadow? Perhaps. But even a shadow can consume the brightest light.” She raised a hand, and the shelves around the vault began to collapse, their contents bursting into dark flames.

“No, she doesn’t. Morgana belongs to herself. She is generous enough to give me her time and company. And you, pup? What does Morgana give you?” Heath looked at Aislen, stung by the insult of the title of pup, as if the vampire considered Heath and his Triquetra as nothing more than juveniles. “Nothing,” he said resentfully. “She has never given,” he put emphasis on the word, for every concession from Aislen had been a war of wills. “Me anything.” If he had been Rhett, the story might have been otherwise. “Perhaps you haven’t asked the right way,” the vampire’s voice gentled. “But tonight, I am afraid, Morgana has company. Perhaps you can ask her nicely to spare you some of her time, tomorro

She loved him despite his woes and had stuck by him even though she was shunned by her entire family. Her parents had died while she was young and had been raised by Grandma Grace Kent. Grace Kent was a devout Buddhist who believed in tough love. Rachel was a girl therefore her grandmother did not like her as much. Her grandmother preferred James Kent as the family, being her firstborn grandson. He was quite mischievous and had caused so much trouble for the family yet Grandma Kent continued doting on him.

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?"

*Xanvier's pov* I smiled like a school boy as I held the candles as though they were candies. Few nights ago at Mexico, I planned something similar, but Sandra stayed up late at work. Tonight, it's going to as planned, I feel it already. "One, two, three..." I counted as I placed candle on each stair. I continued like that until I reached the bedroom. I hurriedly downstairs to lit it and back inside the room to make the bed. I was super excited. I checked my drawer for the pack of condoms I bought earlier, took it out and placed it on th the bed for easy access.

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