Valentine Tablet Novels & Stories

This is Geology for god’s sake and not a fucking pickup line class or dumb forums for dumb boys. Valentine is a clear shot joke! In the end, I have to answer all five of the questions on my own, to the best of my ability with my independent brain, and my own stock knowledge and my trembling hand and my own damn sleepy eyes. Valentine was just there sitting right in front of me playing something on his phone. He’s so insensitive and rude and handsome, and above all of that, he was a dull, stupid fatuous person.

"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.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

But as I took my seat at the table, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Valentine walked in, his presence as powerful as always, though he seemed less tense than usual. He held a small wooden box, its surface covered in strange carvings I didn't know. His eyes met mine for a second, and I gave him a little smile trying to ignore the worry that gnawed at my insides. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth but lacked the warmth you'd expect. "I have something special for you today." I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity sparked as I watched him open the box. Inside sat delicate glass vials, each holding different herbs and powders. He picked a few with care, his movements e

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

If her life were a horror movie, this was where the creepy music would begin to play. On her way to science class, Jane saw Mary. She was wearing red heart-shaped earrings and a sweater with pink hearts embodied in it. Mary was the kind of girl who welcomes the V-day with open arms every year. She had a sheaf of small white envelopes in her hand, obviously valentines. Jane couldn't tell if they were all for Mary or from her—or all snatched away from somebody else. "Jane," Mary said when she saw her just outside the science room. She sorted through her pile of envelopes. "I have a valentine for you."

Lucas said as he waved goodbye while I waved back in return. Valentine came like every other holiday in my calendar but it was also the busiest time for me. Letters, gifts, cards, pictures, invitations, matchmaking and creepy postcards from unknown and known images. I wonder if humans knew valentine was not just to show erotic love but charitable and kind love in honor of St. Valentine. “Charlie!” Shawn announced boldly as I paused. I turned back and stared with disbelief when I saw Shawn holding a bouquet of pink roses and a basket full of gifts before I smiled.

"Max, you only ever see me in sloppy clothes, with no makeup. And half the time in a bad mood." "And still," he teased, "I think you're beautiful and sexy." She started to reply again when the waiter appeared bearing a plated chocolate heart. "Our red velvet cake heart for two," he explained, setting the plate between them. "A pre-Valentine special. And two forks, for sharing." He positioned the utensils precisely then bowed away. "Valentine's Day again," she sighed. "When everyone has a Valentine except me." "Uh uh uh." He waggled his finger at her. "You aren't complaining, are you? This year you'll be celebrating in style. With me. We'll show the asshole and every other jerk who doesn't tr

Wearing only sweatpants with a towel draped over his head, Valentine walked straight to Eugene and bent down. "Hey." A soft, deep voice resonated near Eugene's ear. Valentine lightly kissed Eugene's cheek. Despite his appearance suggesting otherwise, he was very Italian in this greeting and most other aspects. After kissing Eugene's cheek, Valentine immediately sat down at his own desk and opened the drawer. The completely disorganized drawer contained lollipops of various flavors mixed with bullets, pistols, knives, and cigarettes. Valentine took out a lollipop and put it in his mouth. The white stick protruding from his mouth spun round and round. Eugene tried not to look, but it was impos

She complained and arched her back, clearly requesting to be put down so she could run to her attractive uncle. Valentine growled at her, her teeth just starting to show at the points. I should have given you a couple more laudanum drops, I knew. Portia screamed, "Give her your necklace," fearing Valentine's famed patience was about to run out. Valentine turned her attention to her. “What?” She enjoys playing with sparkly ornaments. If you give her your necklace, it can temporarily divert her attention. Valentine arched one proud brow. "These sapphires were a gift from the Sultan of Brunei. What do you think they cost, exactly?”