Your Valentine Novels & Stories

he cup her both Cheeks "This is my gift to you for valentine's day"

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

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

he said, trying to change the topic. "What is it?"I asked. "Do you remember that today is Valentine's DAY?"he asked, and I gasped out in shock. "What? Valentine's day?"I asked. "Yes, today is Valentine's DAY, and this is February 14. It's obvious that you've forgotten about it," "So who do you want to make you Val? Victoria or your mate?"he asked, emphasizing the word 'mate'. I glared at him with a cold look. "Victoria of course,"he said, and he shook his head with a sigh.

“Will you just tell me what I’m apparently missing? I’ve spent the last six months trying to restore order to a pack that a shithead nuked with next-level stupidity. I’m lucky I remember what day of the week it is.” Colby rolled his eyes but held his hands up, making the ‘settle down’ motion. “VALENTINE’S, dumbass. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You are mated to not only a huge over-the-top drama queen, I say it with love, but an Italian. That’s one of those countries that will call themselves the home of lovers.” Colby threw his hands up in frustration. My face went pale. “I am dead. I’ve never even celebrated Valentine’s Day. I mean unless you count in elementary school when the teachers mad

She hugs him to her body, whispering in his ear, "Giving mommy your virginity baby . . . that has to be the best Valentine's gift ever. I love you so much." The old grandfather clock downstairs starts to chime. Its midnight and Saint Valentine's Day may be over, but their new life is just beginning.

Her muscles were relaxing around him and making it easier to move inside with causing discomfort to his lover. She couldn't suppress her moans of pleasure and words of encouragement which fuelled his passion to please her even more. "You are amazing, my love, Arnulfo... AHHH... AHHH," Valentine exclaimed, her voice filled with a surge of emotions and desire. The intensity of her feelings overwhelmed her, and she couldn't help but express her passion. Every moment spent with him ignited something deep inside her, making her feel alive and cherished. She looked into his eyes, feeling an undeniable connection that made her heart race.

Valentine laughs out loud heartily at that, “Nothing more than he deserves, I’m sure.” “Marvel wanted Stephanie to have a sleepover with them too” I informed him with a chortle. “Eww’ Valentine grimaces. “Eww?” I looked at him in confusion, “Why Eww? She’s gorgeous.” Even though I’m saying this, I’m smiling on the inside, knowing that Valentine has zero interest in other women. He seems to only have eyes for me. “She’s a stick figure” he says in disgust. “Um, she’s got a thin waist, but she actually has very distinct curves. I would love to have her body.”

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.