Valentine's Heartbreak Outfits Novels & Stories

Valentine was all dolled up. She had her eyelashes pushed upwards and thickened with mascara, and her lips tinted red with lip tint; both products were given by William when they went shopping for their first date. She made her wavy jet-black hair tied up in a tight high-pony tail, swaying gracefully whenever she moved. She paired the black fitting dress with the same cropped black blazer with an open front. But this time, she bought herself a cotton-made black knee-high boots with three-inched heels. Considering that her dress only reached down to her mid-thigh, she thought it was great to match the both of them. And indeed, she looked ravishing. It wasn’t that bad on spending her savings f

I really love how she keeps new sets of clothes for me in her closet. As I finished wearing my clothes, Valencia walked out, wearing a black tuxedo, fully covered from her neck to toes. Her boots are high and dangerous. I see, she is trying to cover all of my marks on her! She didn't want anybody to know what we did. It's okay I respect her decision, I know her, once she is ready she will tell everyone about us. But Valencia looks cute yet dangerous both in her outfit. The way she carries herself in every situation is damn amazing! Sometimes I envy how she always stays confident and strong against everyone.

“More leg.” “She’s not a nun.” I rolled my eyes so hard I probably saw another dimension. “Tell him I’m not his Barbie doll.” She just smiled. “He is a good man. Wish I had a man as romantic as this.” My stomach flipped. A good man? Was he? I brushed the thought off and continued my endless search. Then finally, I saw it. A dress that screamed Valentino will lose his mind. Midnight blue, armless, and a slit that reached halfway up my thighs.

It'll be better for everyone. "Isn't it just money you want? As long as you leave, the Valentino family won't treat you unfairly…" Her words grated against my ears. I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. My heart only grew colder. Suddenly, it felt as though something inside me tore open. The effects of the drugs vanished completely, as if the invisible restraints had shattered in an instant. Beneath me, I felt a heavy mass dropping rapidly. I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat.

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

Her scowl was grim. “You sure are smug about going on a date with my boyfriend on Valentine’s Day, aren’t you? “I’m getting to strip you naked so everyone can see your true form—a shameless fox!” She seemed to have transformed into the devil upon reaching this note. Then, her laughter turned sadistic while she commanded her group, “Strip her!” Countless pairs of hands seized me and started tearing at my clothes. I used what strength I had to put my hand up to guard against them, but it was no use.

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll. I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.

Most of them were pretty, and I happen to observe that they all have big boobs protruding from their chests. “The what?” I asked again, not wanting to believe now the fact that something like this exists. After all that Valentine has done and about to do, this sure makes him the infamous heartbreaker blah blah blah blah. “I think you heard us say it clear.” She said, edging her way beside me. She was wearing a flamboyant blouse paired with skin tight jeans, so tight that I can see her v thing traced in between her legs. “My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.”

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.