Novelas y relatos de Valentine

I returned her hug and smiled before departing for my home. I came across the gift store while I was on my way home. Should I get William a Valentine's Day gift? I went inside to get some ideas from seeing them while I was thinking about what I should buy and how I should give it to him. What will he like? Does he enjoy chocolates, greeting cards, or flowers? But these sound so girly, right? But a greeting card may be a good gift. It will be simple and cute too. I saw many greeting cards with cute quotes with creative designs. I took a card and read, "Love doesn't need definition. The only important thing in love is you and me." This card sounds like people wh

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.

The clock struck midnight, and the air buzzed with the soft, sweet scent of roses wafting through my open window. Valentine's Day. Lovers’ Day. A day meant for chocolates, kisses, and promises whispered in candlelight. A day that should’ve felt special—romantic, even. But instead, I was alone in my apartment, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the quiet screen of my phone.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

She hugs him to her body, whispering in his ear, "Giving mommy your virginity baby . . . that has to be the best Valentine's gift ever. I love you so much." The old grandfather clock downstairs starts to chime. Its midnight and Saint Valentine's Day may be over, but their new life is just beginning.

“Nah. I’m too young to settle down.” I raise a brow. “Achilles. You’re almost a hundred years old.” He corrects me smoothly. “Over a hundred.” I stare at him. “And I’m the one in love?” He shrugs, completely unbothered. Just then, I hear the soft creak of a door opening. We both turn toward the sound. Valentine steps into the kitchen, his golden hair damp, curling slightly at the ends. He’s freshly showered, a loose shirt hanging off his frame, and his sharp golden eyes lock onto me immediately.

I peep to see her lying on the floor soaked in a pool of blood. The sight of her blood angered me. I dash inside without thinking. Brian followed since he had no choice. I was shocked when I saw Rosie. There was some other lady with her. “Look who we have here? The lover boy. Are you here to save your lost princess?” She laughed. “How fun it was playing with you two. Oh my bad! No introduction. I am Valentine. That name should ring a bell right?” Valentine? My eyes widened when I realized. The only Valentine I have heard of is Andrea's friend. I looked over to Andrea and she nodded weakly.

Her muscles were relaxing around him and making it easier to move inside with causing discomfort to his lover. She couldn't suppress her moans of pleasure and words of encouragement which fuelled his passion to please her even more. "You are amazing, my love, Arnulfo... AHHH... AHHH," Valentine exclaimed, her voice filled with a surge of emotions and desire. The intensity of her feelings overwhelmed her, and she couldn't help but express her passion. Every moment spent with him ignited something deep inside her, making her feel alive and cherished. She looked into his eyes, feeling an undeniable connection that made her heart race.