Valentine's Day Letter Novels & Stories

I said, a hint of pride in my voice as I glanced at the letters stacked neatly in the box. "Well, since you've mastered them all, why don't you read one to me?" he suggested, leaning in closer, his curiosity evident in his expression. "Which one should I read?" "Your favorite," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. I nodded and said softly, "Okay." I took a moment to gather my thoughts before continuing, "You wrote this letter on my birthday and it goes like this: Happy birthday, my forever. You're really special to me and I love you so much. You're my best friend, my favorite person, and my forever buddy.

I looked up at Taylor, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they nearly broke the skin. Ethan let out an impatient sigh. “It’s late. Why aren’t you staying home where you belong? What are you doing here? “And now you’ve ruined the mood, stirring up trouble for no reason!” Tears slipped silently down my cheeks. Not only had he forgotten about our Valentine’s Day, but the promises he once made—to cherish me for a lifetime, to always treat me well—had also crumbled into nothing.

The doctor looked visibly startled when he saw me in the hospital room. Not long ago, I had come to him for a prenatal checkup and asked how to ensure my baby's health. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, the child couldn't be saved," he said, his voice tinged with pity and sympathy. "Should we inform the father? Strange, it's Valentine's Day, and he's not here with you. Was there something urgent?" Oddly, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm.

This year, I made sure I checked the group and it was written as; "Good evening great Allen Luxury International student. Trust you'll are good. The school is delighted that, tomorrow Valentine celebration would be full celebration. There won't be ant form of school activities. Tomorrow, which dated for love celebration, the school had given the student the full freedom to come have fun in your dazzling dresses and come play game, too. Yours dearly, Sighed Alen Grey."

I said. "As am I. But I know you've been waiting for Greece and like you said I think you need this. Go with my love and stay in touch," Gio replied once again hugging me. "I do have a request. Firstly, can you give this letter to Valentine? Hopefully he actually reads it. And if it seems like he's coming around give him this packet. Maybe it will help him decide,"I said handing him both the letter and the larger envelope.

How can a child give me something and be so confident about its hidden message? I loved you yesterday when you didn’t know me. I love you today when I see you. And I will always love you. Happy Valentine’s Day. A smile spreads across my face as I think of these lines. The only person I can think of that could write lines like these was Aoife. “So, the white flowers?” the florist interrupts. “Yeah,” I say, extending the white bouquet. “No Valentine’s red roses?” “No, ma’am, I’m fine with this.”

Nora asked, while Amber quickly picked up the card inside the bouquet. Dear princess, I bless the day you came into my life. You're such an amazing woman, someone I'm grateful to have in my presence every day. As Valentine's Day approached, I couldn't help but feel grateful for our relationship. "'Jasmine, he's so romantic,' Amber whispered, her eyes shining with tears. She wasn't quite faking. 'Now I see why you're hiding him from the world.' She sniffled, wiping away tears that glistened like diamonds.

He smoothed the paper as if it were fragile. He had written them in the quiet that had come after his father’s hospice visit: a note to June apologizing with precise tenderness, asking her to keep loving, and a letter to Valerie filled with the ridiculous, specific things about mangoes and lemon tarts and how to braid hair, so that when she read it one day it would feel like a father’s voice reaching from a place beyond.

Those tiny fingers trails itself on my bulge, sending electrified wave through my body. Without a second thought, I claimed her luscious lips, her fingers tangled in my hair as she returned the kiss a like more passionate. I thought of clearing the table and having her right there at that moment but on a second thought, I didn't. We have a long night and I need to savour every bit of it. "Tonight, we are young, sweetheart." I mumbled between kisses. It took me every morsel of self control left in me to untangle myself from the steamy passion.

For me, it's putting myself into huge duties and responsibilities. I can't write letters anymore if that happens. Anyway, I had to get out of the cabin now. Had to check outside if we are on the right track heading to your heart. I mean heading to New York City. See you soon, my love. Sincerely, Joshua." - End of the letter. My resentment towards my mum started to feel at ease while reading the letter. Even if I was reading his letter, Joshua's voice kept echoing in my ears. It was as if he was blowing his warm and scented breath into my ears that gives me chills.