Valentine Stories Novels & Stories

“Oh, yeah. He went around telling new people we met, ‘Yeah, that’s my sugar daddy. My broody, overprotective vampire sugar daddy.'” I bury my face in my hands. “Why am I only hearing this now?” “I thought you knew. I thought he would have made sure to let you in on it.” I groan. “You should’ve stopped him long ago!” Valentine shrugs. “How do you stop Achilles?” I sigh. “True. You don’t.” A cool breeze brushes past us, and for a moment, I swear I hear a familiar laugh in the wind. Valentine’s lips twitch. “Did I ever tell you about the time we had to pretend we were part of a circus?”

Relief and disappointment crashed into Camila at once. The woman hugged Mateo naturally while Camila stepped back quickly, trying to calm her breathing. “Wow,” the brunette laughed. “You disappeared for weeks again.” Mateo smiled faintly. “Busy.” The woman finally noticed Camila. Dark eyes moved between them curiously. “Oh,” she said slowly. “I’m interrupting something.” “No,” Camila answered too quickly. Mateo looked amused beside her. The brunette extended her hand politely. “I’m Valeria this dummy’s best friend.”

The caption read, "Love can overcome any hardship and face any challenge." One person commented, "A woman that beautiful is standing right in front of you, yet you can hold back? Dude, are you sure you're straight?" Another commenter chimed in. "Yeah! If someone like her was willing to come keep me company in the middle of the night, it wouldn't end with just her putting ointment on me." Derek replied with a smug emoji and said, "What's the rush? She'll be mine sooner or later!" … When the ambulance arrived, the medical staff lifted me onto a stretcher.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

Hen was so happy to see Cat, so they sat outside and talked and laughter for a long while, and when it was getting dark, Cat said to Hen, "Can we do this again please"? "Of course...we can"! Said the hen. That is how the hen and the cat became very close friends in the animal kingdom, and all other animals there became jealous of their friendship. THE END OF MY STORY! At this point, everyone laughed and laughed, and asked Mr Lucas not to end the story, but continue. Unfortunately, it was the end of the story. About a minute later, Mr Lucas said.. "That is how most persons give up on what they want, while others handle situations with wisdom".

"What's a valentine? Why do I see people passing around flowers and sweets in some parts of the Kingdom?" "Hmmm, who are they giving those gifts to?" "I mostly see boys and men give their ladies these things and call them their valentine. Why valentine?! It feels like they're coming for me!!! They can't do that!!" His mother laughed at his adorable angry face. She tapped his nose and made the six year old prince sit on her lap. "Valentine's Day is a celebration of romantic love." "What's that??" the young prince asked wide eyed. "A sacred love shared between a couple. Like those men and women you had seen."

He tells me about her refusing to be a victim—that specific quality that comes through in every version of the Valentina stories Dante and Isla tell, the quality of someone who was given difficult things and didn't perform the difficulty but addressed it and kept moving. He tells me about her love for him—the part he tells in the shortest version, not because it's least important but because it's most personal. The personal parts have a different quality from the story parts, require different words. The version he gives me is compressed to its most essential form: he loved her, she loved him, the loving was real and unfinished when it ended.

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

“Why didn’t you invite me? I’m confused… why did you went out partying? Didn’t you like parties? You even refused our invitations a thousand times. What’s with the change of–.” “Please, let her talk,” Sofie interrupted them and both Delilah and Missy behaved. Valentine officially got the time to herself, explaining how she and William met but, that was the problem. She didn’t know which story she’s going to tell. Gulping, Valentine swallowed the nervous lump stuck in her throat. This was harder than she thought. Missy had a point. Why did she even say that they met at the bar? Right then, she wanted to bang her head on the wall for being stupid, not even giving a chance to think about her ex

"I can always tell when you're not giving me the whole story." "There is no story," Valerie insisted, "Now can we please talk about something else? How was Italy? You and Sophia are both traitors, you know right? Abandoning me here because of that fairytale thingy you call love? Romance? You two definitely need help." Karen laughed, “You’re definitely the one in need of help here, honey. Loving someone is like the most amazing thing in the world, you just have to loosen up and give it a try. You’re young, beautiful, successful, elegant…”