Valentine Tumblr Novels & Stories

Keep dragging this on, and you will end up miserable. By then, even the usually calm Serena couldn't help but break into an exasperated laugh. She pulled out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on the tombstone. "Hey, Victor. Take a good look at the woman in the photo. Is she the same woman you spent Valentine's Day with?" He stared at the photo on the tombstone. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he pointed at me and cursed, "You're a heartless bastard, Colin. I can't believe you had the nerve to put her photo on a tombstone just for this act!"

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“Are they tweeting memes about my bruise pattern?” She doesn’t answer. Just flips the tablet over, thumb flying. “Okay,” she breathes. “Wow. That was…fast.” “What?” I demand. She turns the screen. This time, it’s not a tabloid. It’s a more serious outlet. The headline is simple. > **MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE LEAK CONFIRMS LUNA VALENTINE WED TO DANTE MORETTI** Under it, a crisp scan of the civil registry entry.

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.

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.

"Alpha." "Valentine," Vaela says, gesturing toward me. "Fiorenca." "Frankie," I correct automatically. Vaela clicks her tongue. "That is not your name." "It really is." Valentine beams, she's been handed a new puppy, she lunges forward. Her arms pull me in an enthusiastic hug. I'm struck by how genuine she is, there isn't a single sharp edge hiding underneath her warmth. I've spent enough time with shitty ass people to know kindness is often transactional. Valentine's isn't. The empathy pouring off her feels limitless. It almost hurts.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

A familiar voice called in my bedroom. "I'm taking a bath" I answered. The door opened and Valentin entered with a smile. "I really love what I'm seeing" she said seductively as she took off her clothes and stepped in the shower in front of me. Valentine was tall with a slim sexy figure, but what I loved mostly about her was how she wasn't clingy to me, we were more like sex lovers. She knelt down in front of me and took my dick in her hand, I smirked when she began stroking it gently.

All over the internet, people are calling him a darling, a gentleman, a sweet man to be with and all sort of romantic name there ever is. Valerie was only concerned about why she didn't look good in the picture even when she knows she was cut off guard by the fall. "Tell me you are not the one who we held romantically in that picture I saw on the net this morning," Tyler said as she entered Valerie's office. "Well, that's me," Valerie said with a scoff. "Girlllll, you scored it big!" Tyler said. "What do you mean?" Valerie said confused by what Tyler was on about.

RUBBY'S POV For a moment, all that existed was him, his touch made me feel like I was something precious. After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled apart both of us breathless. Alex licked his lips as though the remnant of my lips was still there. I rested my forehead against him, with my eyes still closed. "Happy birthday," he murmured. I smiled and rested my fingers lightly against his chest. Maybe I wasn't ready to say yes to being his Valentine, but I also knew I wasn't ready to let him go either.