Valentine Tablet Novels & Stories

Our nose touch and I looked straight into her eyes "I know you're holding back Valentine" I said with a husky voice "Babe.. I think you're the one who's holding it back" She called me babe.. dang it! "Nah I'm good" "Come on Joey , surrender. I'll kiss you until morning as a gift" Oh please help me! That really tempts me , I seriously almost go insane. I can't hold it much longer.. this is hell "Valentine you're crazy" I said

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."

Suddenly, she found the restaurant opposite the window, decorated with a warm candlelight dinner. Crystal could not help walking to the table. There were red roses everywhere, but there were a bunch of white camellias at the table. The candle was burning and was about to come to an end. The food on the table was thoroughly cold, too, all Crystal’s favorite food. There was also a gift box in Nathan’s seat. He came back today to meet her because of the special occasion of Valentine’s Day. Crystal didn’t dare touch it all. Her feet backed away.

I read one out loud. “With this, you are allowed unlimited kisses.” I then looked down and saw that it had an expiration date. 12/31/9999. I laughed. “Cute.” She smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I looked over more of the laminated pieces. One said with this, you are entitled to two massages per week. I raised my eyebrow when I got to the next one. “With this, you may sneak into my room anytime?” I tilted my head to the side.

and perhaps they never would. Then came today. A strange scent hung in the air... roses and sugar, sweet perfume clinging to every corner. I blinked at the pink streamers taped to the windows. Hearts cut from glittery paper swayed from the ceiling. Valentine’s Day. It had always been something that belonged to other people. The soft ones. The loved ones. Never me. I stirred the same violet potion three times longer than I needed to, just to keep my hands busy. Girls giggled near the break table, hands full of chocolates and red envelopes. A courier entered with a silk-wrapped box, and one apprentice actually squealed.

It seemed he was a few cards short of a deck. “What, are you dissatisfied?” Withered Valentine was not angry but started to show off instead. “Listen up. I’m known as Withered Valentine. I only have two favorites: women and hearts! So far...” Withered Valentine arrogantly began to brag. “I’ve toyed with 999 women, and I’ve also eaten... 888 fresh hearts. You’ll be the 889th!” His small triangular eyes were fixed on Andrius’ heart, bursting with a greedy and sinister light. He could not help but flick out his scarlet tongue and lick his lips.

She gasped, her heart racing at the beautiful sight. Henry always came up with different ways to surprise her. "Good morning, my love," Henry called when he saw her walking towards him. "Take a seat and have your breakfast." Roxanne wondered why Henry placed the pancakes and strawberries on a huge plate, however, her question was answered when Henry placed it in front of her. The words, "Will you be my Valentine?" were written on the plate in chocolate glaze.

Door swung wide before she raised a hand. Inside waited low light. Polished glass. Black leather. A table set with files, tablets, and a bottle breathing in ice. Her world. She closed the door. Silence wrapped her like silk. Valentine exhaled. Shrugged off the last of the club’s spectacle. Not the confidence. Not the power. Just the noise. She loosened her hair. Rolled her shoulders. Crossed the room. Poured herself a drink. No silver dust. Just burn. She sipped slow. Eyes flicked to the tablet glowing on the table.

Abel was unmoved, and the car did not show signs of slowing down. Ruth glared at him angrily. When she was about to lose her temper, Abel took a small box out of nowhere and handed it to her. “This is a Valentine’s Day gift. If you don’t like it, you can throw it away, but I won’t pick it up for you for the second time.” Ruth was silent. Her eyes were downcast, and her eyelashes fluttered.