Valentine's Day Letter Novels & Stories

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.”

I exhaled, then quietly shut the door behind me and left. I enjoyed every moment with Ava and Bella, but the reality of the half work, I abandoned just set in……Vivian I had ignored her calls for days. I needed to see her, I need her to achieve my needs….. I drive through the city, thinking of how to get everything sort out, especially how I will shamelessly, get Vivian favour side again, then I turned on the radio to break the silent atleast. “And today is all about love, everyone! Happy Valentine’s Day! Whether you’re with your special someone or planning a surprise, make sure to celebrate love in all its forms!” The radio host said

"Open it." Shaking her head, she reached for the box and pulled out the card first. To my woman, best friend and personal problem– it's a wonder my blood pressure is still normal– happy Valentine's day. I doubt you remember, so i'll try not to be too mad. I expect something, though. A kiss will suffice. Or fifty, I don't mind. ~Brandon. Beth was lost, mortified and deeply touched all at once. It was Valentine's day?! Scrambling for her phone, she took one look at the date and squeezed her eyes shut. Yolanda chose that time to squeal, startling Beth.

He was excited now and his mood was much improved compared to earlier. Tony 2:23 PM: Hey sorry i missed your text this mornin i been slammed today. Its goin man haha its goin. Todays a long one. I'm down to hang tho 2:24 PM: Yknow what day it is, right? Dillon 2:27 PM: Haha yea its the dreaded nausea inducing valentines day. I don't want anything dont you dare bring no flowers or gifts for real yuck. Seriously, i dont want anything. Just you.

“Alright, then.” Valerie turned back to the canvas, feeling giddy. After a few minutes, she heard another pair of footsteps. “Antonio, I am still not done…” she stopped. “Oh, Mary. It’s you.” Mary smiled. “A letter arrived for you.” Valerie wiped her hands on a nearby cloth and took the envelope, recognizing Tiffany’s neat handwriting immediately. Her heart skipped a beat as she carefully opened it. Inside was a letter from Tiffany, her words filled with excitement and stories of her new experiences at the boarding school.

"What, what? What part did you not hear? It's Valentine's day. Go spend time with your mate." His eye widens. "Valentine's day?" "Yeah, maybe you heard of it. Hearts, chocolates, baby angels shooting arrows at your ass, you know... love." I even make little fluttering motions with my hands to get it through his thick head. "I lost track of the days. She made dinner... Fuck." Without another word, he picks up his keys and sprints out of the room. "Love you too, Bronxy!" I call out as his footsteps pound down the hallway.

I watched as a girl eyed me smiling to myself. I quickly sobered and started making my way out from the hallway. "What are you doing?" He asked. I handled the phone with my shoulder while the book in one hand, and the letters in the other. "I just went to my locker and saw two letters inside." I answered. "I feel like throwing up." "Why is that?" I opened the second letter. " 'Hey Melody, was just wondering if you'd go out at the Valentine's Dance with me? ~Landon.' " I read.

After driving through the streets of Barangay Dyes, Vince parked right in front of the first place he said where they would meet. Dear Xania, I don't know what happened to you and the reason why you can't come to our school. I hope you're safe and doing okay by now. Well whatever it is, I hope you can tell me once we meet. This coming Saturday is actually February 14, which is Valentine's day, and I am inviting you for us to have fun. Don't think of it as a date, but maybe a way for us to know each other better. Also to have fun.

"Yea. Atlas. Where did you go? I was waiting for you." Atlas held her one hand and put the rose on her palm. "Happy valentine's day." Catherine pouted her lips confusingly and stared at him for some time. "Atlas. What is valentine's day?" "It's the day when lovers express their affection to their loved ones with greetings and gifts." Atlas explained to her. "And you're my valentine." He said as he held her tiny hand and sat on the bench with her. Catherine smiled and leaned closer to him. Atlas gulped when she kissed on her cheek softly. "Happy valentine's day, Atlas." She lowered her blushing face and whispered.

Each one was carefully preserved in a box with moisture-proof packets. I counted them and found a total of 103 letters. The earliest was from two years ago, while the latest was last Friday. I sat on the floor, opening them one by one. The paper came in pink, blue, and green, smelling faintly of gardenias. Emotions flowed from those beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. I recognized Desmond's neat handwriting. Writing love letters was his thing. Back in college, he wrote me some, too. Those old letters were still lying in my drawer.