Valentine Tablet Novels & Stories

I gave Bray a look that told him to hurry the hell up. I was so not equipped to deal with fangirls. “What’s up, buttercup?” he asked, stopping next to the girl and setting our drinks on the table. Okay. Now she was shaking. And was she—oh God, she was crying a little? What is this insanity? “This is Valentine.” I smiled tightly. “She was wondering if she could get your autograph.” “Well now!” He turned and gave her a dazzling smile. “You sure can. You got a pen and paper?”

On the front is a tiny, embossed red heart. I run my finger across it and feel the bump. My curiosity grows. Little red bumpy hearts don't come from girl friends. Beneath the heart, the words read, All you have to do is think it and I'll be there. Inside in precise, masculine handwriting: Dearest Aline, Will you be my valentine? - Stefan Tempting. And if Jian hadn't been such an almighty horse's ass earlier today, maybe I wouldn't even consider it. But he was. And I am.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

We spend most of the time trying to hold hands, and even try our trick of feeding each other again, and by the end of the meal I'm starting to feel really wonderful. A very small piece of delicious seven-layer cake is served for desert, and is just right for the end of our meal. When Ricardo stops by again, he says to Rob, "Sir, I'll give you folks a while, as you requested." Rob nods, and he goes off with the desert dishes. I'm wondering why, when Rob reaches in his jacket and pulls out an envelope and hands it to me with a smile. I tear it open and pull out the card, which simply says "Be My Valentine" on the outside.

her voice croaked and shaky, as her direction was directed toward Valentine. Valentine nodded. “Aww,” Helen cooed. She wrapped her arms around Valentine and brought her cheek against hers, then the other side. “I almost forgot my gift,” Valentine chuckled briefly. Her words made Helen back away and she handed over her gift to her mother-in-law. “For you.” “What’s this?” “They’re Filipino Coconut Macaroons.” “They’re my favorite.” Helen smiled, looking as if she was about to cry.

“You’re sinfully cute, no doubt, but I can’t have girls rushing in here just to see if you’d be here…I don’t want your influence on my company.” Ranya’s smile flattened a bit. “Jealous?” She turned again and waved her hands playfully. “Absolutely not. Why would I be when you’re already mine?” Gosh! Just how much he loved the sound of that. Hearing her say such an extremely sexy phrase made his pulse race, and he wanted to close in on her and kiss her senselessly. But at that moment, Valerie stepped forward, clearing her throat with a knowing smile. “Hate to interrupt the lovebirds, but I found something, sir,” she announced, holding up her tablet.

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.

Selene laughed — a low and cruel sound that made me flinch just a little bit, “Oh, I know more than you think.” This fucking bitch was enjoying all of this, my suffering was like a melody to her ears. Then, she leaned closer and her voice dropped to a low whisper. “Don’t worry, darling….soon everyone will know exactly who you belong to.” “The invitation samples are ready, Mr Valen.” The designer’s voice cut through the tension between us, as he came carrying a small gold-trimmed box and placed it on the table beside me. I opened it and pulled out one of them— cream-colored cards on which the letters glimmered in gold foil:

Everything I owned, I worked for. "The card, Adeline. If you want a divorce, you will leave the card behind and everything else it paid for..." This asshole.... But of course. "Ask your mother..." I spoke, turning to face the nightmare I was still married to one last time. I knew then what card he was yapping about. "...she snatched it right out of my hand the very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own despite being married to the richest man in the country. "...I paid for it with my hard earned money. Sign the papers and send it in, Grayson. If you don't,

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi