Valentines Day Read Aloud Novels & Stories

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.

The paper in his hand was pumped away. At the same time, Qu Yan's voice sounded "Don't look!" As soon as the boy looked up, a figure sat by his desk, his legs crossed, his backpack in one hand, his paper in the other hand, his eyebrows lowered, and he browsed carefully through the contents of the paper. ------------------ I heard yesterday was White Valentine's Day. Sorry. Single! Body! Dog! And! No! Yes! Very much! Understand! You! They! Here! Some! Man! The! Festival! Day!

I held it to myself and stuck my nose in his blond hair, inhaling his perfume. "Today is Valentine’s Day," Nate suddenly said. Axel raised his head to the sound of his voice and looked at him, before reaching out to him and getting caught. He laid down on Nate’s chest and looked closely at his face. Sometimes it seemed as if Axel would rather be with Nate than me, as soon as he saw him he would scream and wriggle to get his attention. Sometimes he just wanted him, to get changed and washed by Nate who was slowly learning how to do it and became an expert.

And I heard her voice before I saw her. “Baby, your assistant said it's a woman. Who is she?” Zane's voice followed, smooth and detached. “I don't have any meetings scheduled. Let's see who it is.” Then came the sound of lips meeting. It was a kiss. “Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Don't forget to get something beautiful for your wife,” she said. Wife? My chest tightened. My hand knocked over a flower vase, sending it crashing to the floor as the woman jumped.

"Okay, very sexy, baby, but so, so cute. You like it?" Angelica nodded giddily with a smile that couldn't possibly be wiped away. Roman's smile even widened at his little sister's obvious excitement over her new undies. "You ever find out who this boy is, I want a word with him, okay?" mom said and Angelica agreed. "But, for now, just enjoy your gifts. Happy Valentine's day, honey. C'mon Roman." Mrs. Day pulled Roman away from Angelica's door frame with a gentle tug and disappeared down the hall and down the stairs.

Mrs Price walked all around the room to hand our papers. "Oh my oh my, Mr Grande. A- just won you the lottery today" Mrs Price and she was quite happy to read Valentine's name early. Valentine was actually called seventh. I smiled when I heard his name called early this time, a departure from usually being placed at the bottom. I'm proud of myself for pushing him and even after that anxiety he had before the long quiz, he still got a high score. He ain't stupid; he's just a lazy procrastinating asshole. He can actually do better if he'd stop being lazy as fuck.

Stupid "Ahahahaha, Jai is a shame oh. hahaha.." Jai gave her a death glare. His name is Jai. oh ok We just passed by. After a while he gave them love letters, chocolates, flowers and whatever else. Even our locker is overflowing. Afternoon class as usual. We are regular classes. Since Monday this February 14. But there is a Valentines Party later. That's overnight. I have a Valentines gift from Hershey. And now I will give. Since I'm going home to change into Formal Attire.

Earlier, I had heard Michael’s dismissive voice over the phone, “Tell Janice to stop overreacting. If something’s really wrong, go to the hospital. What use am I?” From the background, Wynne’s delicate, soft tone chimed in. “Don’t be mad, Michael. Janice only acts like this because she loves you so much and wants to trick you into coming home. The party’s almost over. You don’t need to worry about me.” I found it almost laughable. I wanted to mock him and tell him to enjoy his Valentine’s Day with his little mistress, but the relentless bleeding from my abdomen stole my strength, and I passed out.

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

I desperately attempted to draw my arms together to cover myself. However, my futile struggle only made my curves sway even more obscenely. "Everyone, look!" Calvin pointed at my trembling chest, shouting excitedly. "Look at that reaction! Look at that color! So sensitive! Absolute top-tier!" He flicked it hard with his fingers. My entire body shuddered as an uncontrollable sound spilled from my throat. The men below went insane. "Tear it all off!" "Show us below! I bet it's just as tender!"