Valentine Novels & Stories

Valeriana “Mom, I’m getting late! Goodbye!!” Valeriana said, walking hastily past the breakfast table. She then gave a bright smile and leaned to kiss the cheeks of her most precious human, “Goodbye , take care and don’t run around in the house!” she said. “Sure my Ana dear, take care, okay?” An old lady in her early eighties said, smiling ear to ear. That old lady is Valeriana’s paternal grandmother. Or the most important, precious person in her life!

Valentine: I'm not stealing glances from you. Me: Yes, you are. Valentine: No, I'm not. Me: Then, what are you doing? Valentine: Trying to steal your heart. What the fuck. I muttered under my breath, and by that, I stopped entertaining him.

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

The armored bank truck I was assigned to was forced to stop when five people wearing black masks suddenly rushed out and started smashing the windows. I was about to hit the alarm when I realized one of them was my fiancée. Laughing, she raised a water gun and started spraying the bulletproof glass. "Hello, everyone! Our Valentine's Day bank robbery scene is about to begin! Once my boyfriend gets scared and hands over the keys, we'll tell him it was all a Valentine's Day surprise!" Her mother stood outside the window, knocking on the glass with a smile. "Callum, Yvonne wants to test whether you care more about her or money this

Still unwilling to stop, he gave my body one last vicious squeeze before rolling off me in frustration. The next second, Calvin suddenly began to sob. "Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He cried as he trembled, gently stroking my cheek. "I really love you. I can't bear to let you go. "But I have no choice. I really don't." I forced down the humiliation and rage, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. "What happened?" Calvin sniffed. His face was full of sorrow and false devotion. "Quinn, you're too beautiful. You're perfect.

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of g

His face is filled with nothing but concern and all he does is nod. It being the first time I've used our safe word, I'm overwhelmed by every emotion and sensation pulsing through my body. There was no belt cinched around my throat, no knife pressed against my skin. The intensity of our affection is what forced the six-letter Word out of my mouth. There is so much chaos in something as powerful as love. Pushing myself off of him, I fall back down onto the velvet material of the bed. I already miss the feeling of his lips butI know this would only make things more difficult between us. Our souls are tied through touch.

he gestured between them “—never changes.” Amelia smiled, warm and full. “Welcome home, Val.” He smiled back. “I’m home, big sis.” Amelia leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs as she watched Valentine devour the last of the pancake like it was the best thing he had eaten in years. “So,” she began casually, stirring her tea, “do I have a sister-in-law somewhere in the world that you are hiding from me?” Valentine laughed, almost choking. “Girlfriend? No. Not yet.”

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.