When It's Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

As he descended the stairs, a mix of emotions swirled within him—love, desire, and a touch of apprehension. Two months had swiftly passed after Christmas, and the atmosphere was filled with the anticipation of love. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day, a day of cherished moments. Stephen stood at the foot of the staircase, his eyes fixated on Anna as she gracefully descended, her swollen belly leading the way.

22 Rosie Valentine’s Day sneaked up on me before I even realized what date it was and suddenly the café was decorated with cheap pink streamers and plastic hearts hanging from the ceiling, full of couples whispering across tables and holding hands and looking at each other like they were the only two people in the world.

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

They might take a while to heal but good thing it’s winter, especially because of the handprint around my neck. “Hey.” Mitsu came in. “You’re in a good mood.” “Maybe. So, did you get any Valentine’s Day gifts? From your secret husband maybe?” I'd be lying if I said that I remembered that today is Valentine's Day. To be fair, it's always been on my list of pointless holidays. I mean, why would you spend only one day showing someone how much you love them? What about the other days? It's a pretentious day if you ask me.

“Well, I think you can make it up to her somehow.” “How is that even possible?” I asked. He held the screen closer. “It’s February 12th, Darius.” I raised a brow at him. “So?” “It's Valentine’s day… in two days.”

I ask them, confused because everyone seems to be clued in to what's happening except for me. “Saturday is Valentine's Day,” Nortica explains in a tiny voice. “Oh,” I shamefully exclaim, feeling the heat. Shit, it's now Wednesday and I've got nothing planned for what's considered the most romantic day of the year. “I’m not expecting anything,” Nortica whispers to me, which makes me feel even worse. For me, Valentine’s Day has become a day where I take some sad, lonely woman back to the penthouse to fuck. It was effortless, the bar was filled with offerings and I only had to do the bare minimum to get rewarded.

I smiled as I clasped the necklace around my neck. He stood across from me, grinning like an idiot. This Valentine’s Day may have started off as a complete disaster, but the ending wasn’t that bad at all.

"He told me he had something special planned. I guess this was it, damn it." "Valentine's Day?" Max parroted. "Yeah, you know. Big day for lovers? Hearts and flowers? Candy? Wine? Maybe jewelry? Big romantic dinner? The works?" "Valentine's Day," Max said again, taking another swallow of beer. "You say that like it's a foreign concept," she snarked. "It happens every February fourteenth. Surely you've heard of it before. Sent flowers to your gaggle of females. Oh, wait. You probably have so many, you order an assistant do it. Someone at the team complex."

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.

I'd spent twenty minutes with a push-up bra and some contouring powder to make sure my girls were standing at attention, ready to greet the world, or at least, ready to greet William. It was Valentine's Day! My absolute, total, 100% favorite holiday in the whole galaxy. I just loved the pinks, the reds, the smell of expensive roses, and the way everyone acted like they were in a rom-com. But mostly, I loved the sex. Valentine's Day sex just hit different, like it was seasoned with extra sparkles and desperation. "Oh, you look sugarific!" Lauren squealed, clapping her hands. She was the calm, normal one of our trio, the kind of girl who actually remembered to pay the electric bill.