Valentine's Cupid Novels & Stories

I could hear my ringing tone blasting from the other end of the room, how far did I drop it last night? It was Nathan who was calling me, I frowned as my eyes combated the caller ID, and I was unable to answer the phone call. I remember Travis said something about Guillotine, if I remember correctly, Guillotine is the author of the book Valentine’s Day. I picked up my phone and surfed through the internet. “Valentine’s Day,” I said aloud as I typed it into the search bar, it took a few seconds to load, and when the information came. “February 14, is also known as Valentine’s Day.”

“I noticed the Valentini and Moscow Mule aren’t on the recommendations. Is there a reason why they’re not as popular?” After seeing Zen’s shortlisted candidate profile, Vera knew what he was hinting at. Truthfully, these two ladies were infamous. The girl Valentini represented had a high body count and a messy relationship track record. She was a very successful temptress who played the cupid’s game only to watch her lovers rip each other’s throats for fun. The Moscow Mule was no better. Although she didn’t work the same way as Valentini, she had a habit of breaking up lovers and wrecking homes.

"Really? You would do that?" "But of course, anything for you my love, so please stop crying, I can't seem to function, I can't think whenever you tear up. Come here." Valentina said Valentina hugged Ryan so tightly she said "Thanks Ryan." "I am and always will be here for you, I love you, okay?" Ryan said "Okay" Valentina nodded "Come on, please wipe those tears." Ryan used his thumb to clean her face and went to the closet where he had kept the gift he ordered earlier with hopes that it cheers her up.

I didn't need to turn to know that he was behind me as I sashayed over. The VIP strip booth was specially built for special clients, just like the one I was entertaining tonight. They were men who wanted exclusive treatment, and of course lots of ego stroking. I was good at giving both. I displayed both talents well tonight. “Gosh, that was so beautiful,” he breathed, as I leaned over his table and poured a bottle of wine into his glass. His hand moved over my bare back, and downwards towards my ass. I moved away smoothly with a forced smile on my face. “No touching, my love.” I whispered in a sultry manner.

He takes the ceremonial dagger and holds it over the fire, heating the blade until it glows red-hot. Turning to me, he extends his hand, and I step forward, offering him my right hand. With a quick, precise motion, Valentine makes a small cut across my palm. The pain is sharp but fleeting, and I hold my hand over the flame, letting the blood drip onto the fire. There’s a sudden whooshing sound as the flames flare up, burning brighter than before. A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips. The Moon Goddess is in support of this gathering.

On whom the prize is intended is also clearly indicated there, to Alfred from Ivy. At the beginning of the year, February. It was a big deal for Ivy. February 14th is known as Valentine's Day, the day girls give chocolates to their loved ones. It was the day that Ivy lost hope. After observing Alfred for quite some time, it was a bold decision she made when the moment was right. On Valentine's day, Ivy wants to give him chocolate. But the plan ended in a major catastrophe that became the talk of many on the mainland of the penguin Kingdom. And the following is a variety of reactions that appear in various places.

"Just that I feel it's too sudden." "Do you not feel nothing for me? Anything at all?" I couldn't respond because I had nothing to say. The truth was that I had already started redeveloping feelings for him, but I was being cautious because I couldn't tell if really it was love or if I was just infatuated with his peaceful presence. "If I asked you to be my Val, would you agree?" My eyes almost popped out of its socket. "Josh, Valentine is still a long way." "I know, that's why I'm asking now."

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.

The lie would start falling apart. So I walked to the café three blocks from campus. It wasn’t a pack place, just a cozy little fusion café with warm lights, polished wooden tables, and the best hot chocolate I’d ever tasted. They served everyone there — shifters and vampires. I knew Valentine's day was a big deal especially among shifters, but I didn't expect this small non-pack café was packed too. Almost every table full — mostly shifter couples sharing plates, splitting desserts, laughing at each other's phones. Heart-shaped paper cutouts taped to the windows. A playlist of slow songs I didn't recognize playing through the ceiling speakers.

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.