Valentine Stories Novels & Stories

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

He realized it wasn't Sun Hi but still he wonder why someone would sit out here alone. "Hello Miss are you OK?" He said walking up to her. The lady slowly looked up on him walking towards her, he noticed she shift but suddenly their eyes locked to each other. "Mr Hyin" she whispered but he heard. "Miss Valentine what are you doing out here alone?" he asked keeping his voice strong. "I was in town so I came by for a walk and time catch up on me" Shay said with a smile hiding her pain. She was good at hiding her agony behind her sweet smile, the light in the park barely showed the tears dried up on her face so Leon didn't think anything was wrong.

It was late at night when Jonathan and Diana got out of the Gaddi. In silence, the two walked back to the hospital. The street was deserted and it seemed natural that they walked arm in arm and slowly. The night was beautiful and pleasant and so they could appreciate it better. In fact, that night seemed made for love. Jonathan's nearness began to exert a strange attraction on Diana... who wanted to get closer but steadfastly resisted. However, as they walked, his arm brushing against hers, their bodies very close, the desire increased and a climate was created between them that suddenly, out of the blue, he stopped and tightened Diana in his arms. With unexpected tenderness, he began to kis

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.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

The bright smile on my face froze faster than water outside the harsh winter. I tried to inhale and it sounded like a weak doorknob rattling in my throat. Anslem. The man I believed was the love of my life. The one I was about to introduce to my family tomorrow — Christmas day— as my fiancé. The man I’m supposed to get married to by Valentine’s Day next year. “F-fuck! Baby… I’m— you’re so big…” Anslem moaned, his legs pressed to his chest, his cheeks flushed a dark crimson and eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

He wraps an arm around me, pulling me tight to his side, "You could have called me to come get you." I scrunched my nose, "Your dad said you were dealing with an invasion." Valentine throws his head back and laughs. "Kind of! He considers it to be one" he smiles and shakes his head, "My dad isn't a fan of eccentricity. He thinks the people visiting us right now are too loud and eccentric” “Who?” I can’t help but to ask. Valentine grins, “Family of Ben and Courtney. Ben’s twin sister and her mate and then Courtney’s cousin from her dad’s side. They’re from Miami and have loud personalities.”

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.