Your Valentine Novels & Stories

Everything I owned, I worked for. "The card, Adeline. If you want a divorce, you will leave the card behind and everything else it paid for..." This asshole.... But of course. "Ask your mother..." I spoke, turning to face the nightmare I was still married to one last time. I knew then what card he was yapping about. "...she snatched it right out of my hand the very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own despite being married to the richest man in the country. "...I paid for it with my hard earned money. Sign the papers and send it in, Grayson. If you don't,

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.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

I sneered before grabbing my bag from the couch and storming out, my mind racing. It was when I was finally downstairs, I realized that I was in an entirely different state with no way home, “Fuck!” This was exactly why I hated Valentine's day. I didn't get cheated on this time, no, instead I was used by my fucking boss. I bet he sent his friends pictures and updates of me. Those times I thought he was talking to his company, it was his friends. A fucking bet!! Ughh I stood outside the hotel, trying to ignore my anger but it was impossible.

"Good morning, Selena. I’ll take the usual—Double Espresso no sugar, and Caramel Latte for my sis." Selena fumbles slightly as she reaches for a cup, her cheeks flushing with a warmth that has nothing to do with the morning rush. "Valentine, is it?... I, uh, I never got to thank you properly for saving me from my assailant the other day. I’ve been meaning to—" Valentine leans closer, his smile disarming. "Selena, is it…” he chuckles, playing same card as her about acting uncertain of their names. “It was my pleasure. I’m just glad I was there when you needed me."

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.

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."

"Open it." Shaking her head, she reached for the box and pulled out the card first. To my woman, best friend and personal problem– it's a wonder my blood pressure is still normal– happy Valentine's day. I doubt you remember, so i'll try not to be too mad. I expect something, though. A kiss will suffice. Or fifty, I don't mind. ~Brandon. Beth was lost, mortified and deeply touched all at once. It was Valentine's day?! Scrambling for her phone, she took one look at the date and squeezed her eyes shut. Yolanda chose that time to squeal, startling Beth.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."