Valentine's Heartbreak Outfits Novels & Stories

Kenan shook his head and then began to speak, "I didn't even come to her office and just told my assistant to get Andien to come to my office." "Andien is an ordinary employee and it makes no sense for you to give her the job directly. You're a seasoned businessman who should know what's reasonable or not," Mark said. Every sentence Mark said made Kenan even more frustrated. "What should I do?" "Right now you're approaching Andien out of revenge. Why don't you use your heart to attract Andien?" Mark suggested. "Heart?" Kenan laughed loudly. He might be able to use his heart for someone he loved, but until now he had never had anyone worth giving his heart to. Even making love with the woman

"Think of it as a corporate uniform expense. You can't walk into a London summit wearing a blazer from a discount rack. It’s an insult to this establishment." "Valentine, let go of me!" "Nancy, grab her coat!" Valentine yelled over his shoulder as they swept through the lobby. The boutique was tucked away in a quiet district. The staff bowed as Valentine marched in, still clutching Nadia’s arm. "I need something powerful, befitting of a luna," Valentine announced to the head stylist, a stylishly dressed beta, herself. "I need a goddess inspired outfit. I need the kind of clothing that make Alphas bow."

That was such a headache for me, because I honestly didn't expect or believe that she was capable of doing such a thing to herself. I got out of bed and let out a long yawn as I made my way to the balcony of my penthouse. As I stared outside the building, I ran my fingers through my hair, before I ruffled my hair. “Shit, shit, shit!”. I groaned and didn't let go of my hair. This time, it was not because of Valentina, as I figured it was time for me to let go of her and the pain she had caused me.

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

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.

I didn’t even want to think of how gruesome that was. “Give it here.” I opened my hand and Valentin put the box in it. I placed it on the bed beside another gift box Nikolai had sent through Maria just minutes ago. Valentin’s box contained a glittering, strapless, designer dress. I’d opened the other box as soon as it came and it had a pair of black six-inch heels and a tiny black designer purse in it. “It will look good on you,” Valentin said as we both looked at the dress.

Bryan hasn't texted since this morning's curt "Running late. Start without me if you want." On Valentine's Day. Our fifth anniversary. I poured a drink. Then I poured one more. The bubbles hurt my throat. I looked out the big window. The city shimmered below, thousands of tiny lights glowing like fallen stars. The room is very expensive and it beats the cost of my dress. Bryan chose it because he wanted to show our love off. "I'm sorry I've been distant. I know work has been stressful for you. I'll try harder to understand." I soliloquized, memorizing the words I've rehearsed all week.

They’re rattled, and it’s delicious. In the back of my mind, I thank Luca—merely for the gift of me getting to see Valerie’s face like this. “Whatever,” Valerie snaps, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Just don’t think that wearing a knockoff is going to get you any attention.” I bite back a smile, knowing full well this outfit is the real deal. And her not being able to figure out how I got it? Priceless. She storms off with her entourage trailing behind like ducks, shooting me dirty looks as they go. Once they’re out of sight, I finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

"Might as well do more stupid things than sit here thinking about my boyfriend enjoying Valentine's day sex with my best friend as her moans soak up my walls." Marcus hesitated. "Okay TMI but you should know this VIP is new. And according to Renee he is a big spender. Be careful, yeah?" Cassie grabbed my arm. "Val, if you're not okay—" "I'm fine," I said, and I think I believed it. "I just need... something else to feel." I made my way to the dressing room and got prepared. For the first time ever, I didn't bother with the mask. Didn't tug my hair back or fake modesty. I dressed like I wanted to be seen as what my ex didn't bother noticing. Sexy.

I wanted to snatch away his right to ever be happy. I packaged a few of my clothes into a black leather travel box. Most of the designer clothes he got for me, I left them for him at the wardrobe. My eyes caught the bracelet we bought on Valentine's Day; balls of tears were forced out of my eyes. There was no need to keep them anymore, but I can't throw them away after all. I shoved it into my handbag and then made my way out.