Valentine Novels & Stories

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

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.

Valentine was a man who moved without making any sound or giving any indication unless he intended to. A hard hand gripped his shoulder. Then Valentine's body pressed against his back. With his body pressed against Eugene's back, Valentine buried his nose in the crown of Eugene's head and took a deep breath. A moment later, his slow exhalation tickled Eugene's scalp. It was a hot, long breath.

Before the scolding comes to an end the atypically peaceful day, I step forward and hold out the bouquet towards him. “For you!” I say hurriedly, and he looks at me in disbelief at my lame attempt to escape a scolding. Valentin holds the flowers in one hand and picks up a bloody card with the other. He opens it and reads the contents, and I freeze, because I wonder who it's from and I'm scared of what's written there. “I love you and I won't let you run away from the feeling out of fear” Valentin reads the sentence out loud, on purpose, attracting the attention of the curious. “I didn't know that what you felt for me was love, miss.”

Valentine couldn't have been happier than she was now. This man whom she'd longed for was right in her arms, begging to stay. Presently, she was braiding his hair and stealing a few kisses when she could. With the strong heat of passion between them, Valentine was surprised they hadn't taken each other by now. It warmed her heart though that what she shared with Eric wasn't just based on sex, even though she didn't exactly know if he felt the same towards her but they were making progress.

~~Vanessa~~ Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘Walk of shame?’ I learned this phrase from Paige years ago. When a woman has a one-night stand with a man and then escapes in the morning before he wakes up? That walk back home is a walk of shame. Every year on February fifteenth after Valentine's Day. The both of us sit by my window, a cup of popcorn in both our hands and we watch women do the walk of shame back home and even sometimes men. We both laughed so hard each time, but today….I'm in their shoes.

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 mo

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

He's a muscular alpha, and he must be imposing or he wouldn't be an alpha. He walks over to me, and I move as far away as possible, wrapping my arms around my legs as he sits down on the couch next to me. “Whoever you are, trouble, I'm not a threat. Those idiots fighting out there don't either,” he informs. “The name is Valentine. "Like Valentine's Day?" - Yes. It was the day I was born,” he replies, taking another long drink. - What's your name? “Mairin,” I whisper.

Lore sadly said. I nodded my head. Maybe that's how powerful love is. It can change a person, can kill and give life. That love can also be a poison. It's good to feel but it has a dangerous revenge. The heart of a woman is truly sensitive and vulnerable, it can crack just by a single pain and sometimes that crack will eventually turn into big and hatred will be soon felt.