Valentines Week 2025 Novels & Stories

~VAELOR~ Every second I spent in their presence only increased my irritation. “The wedding should…” they went on and on, planning a wedding that I had no intention of being part of. “Vaelor, what do you think about the time and date? We are looking at next month, during the Lunar festival.” Martina asked. I clenched my fists to stop myself from sounding too harsh, even though that was all I wanted at this moment. “Princess Martina, haven’t I been clear enough?”

Zion looked at Mark and said, “Brother-in- law, I’m going to visit my father-in-law on Monday, do you think he will be available to see me?” Mark replied with a smile, “I would advise you to visit Dad tomorrow on Sunday, it will be hectic on Monday because it is Valentine’s Day. Deon and I are on leave, so he will be all alone. Since it’s your first Valentine’s Day with my sister, try to make it memorable. Spend quality time with her.” Zion thanked Mark and promised to visit his father-in-law on Sunday. Victoria and Tamara cleared the table. Mark took the dishes from his wife’s hands and said, “I don’t want to see you carrying dangerous objects. What if you hurt yourself?”

“It’s been a little over a month, Renee. I don’t know what’s wrong, but I hope you wake up soon. I’m going crazy here. Valentine’s Day is this weekend. I hate that you’re missing it. I’ll bring you some fresh flowers so you can at least smell them, okay? I know you're fighting or you wouldn't still be here. Fight hard, Renee. We need you to come back to us soon before we both go crazy."

I promise to update more juicy details Happy Valentine's Day in advance, I hope you all enjoy the day with your loved ones. Love, Grace

he answered. “M… may? 2025?” I shook my head in disbelief and then looked around to confirm my doubt. If my memory is correct, this was just a week before my wedding with Kevin and I was supposed to go to the fitting shop right after I met with the lawyer. “N… no way…” I kept looking around and I knew I was coming off as crazy to the man who looked at me. And then my eyes dropped on the calendar that hung on the wall. It was indeed the year 2025!

She hit send quickly so that she wouldn't have a chance to change her mind. It didn't take long for a reply to arrive. "My darling. I'm so happy that you've agreed to be my Valentine. Take Tuesday and Wednesday off work. On Tuesday you will receive some deliveries in the afternoon. One of the deliveries will contain brand new satin sheets. Make your bed with them. Another one will contain some erotic toys. Put them on your bedside table. A third one will contain bath oils. Leave them next to your tub. Wear the beautiful outfit that I've bought for you by 7 o'clock and unlock your door. Then go upstairs, turning all the lights off in the house and light the candles that came in the fourth par

Zara pouted dramatically. Ava laughed, gently rubbing her round belly. "I hope I have a girl too. You two are just too adorable." Bella carefully slid another hairpin into Ava's hair before stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely stunning." "Thank you," Ava said as she looked at herself in the mirror. "But seriously," Bella groaned, "why did Kelvin choose Valentine's Day for his wedding? I need to know what his plan is." "It's romantic," Ava replied with a smile.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

"Bee, you're only supposed to listen to them a couple of times." "I wanted to be a nympho." She moved to kiss him. Their lips met and she almost lost her mind. Willing her orgasm down, she said, "Well, not a just any nympho, your nympho. It's Valentine's day. It's supposed to be a treat." She kissed him again. "I figure you get to mount me whenever you want, and perhaps a few times when you don't want, for the next couple of days. Then I'll get my monthly reboot and we can go back to banging once a week like always."

“I wasn’t planning to.” "You have seven days,” she continued. “Don’t spend them repeating the same position each time you try to answer the question.” A quieter tone entered her voice. “Call me Thursday before noon. Whatever you decide, I’ll build around it. But Ms Perez—decide from your position: your own, beyond institutional weight and external pressure. Yours.” Thursday, I said. The line ended cleanly. I set the phone down. Claire knocked once before entering. “The Valentine Foundation confirmed tomorrow evening. Masquerade format. Black tie. Masks at entry. Seven o’clock.”