Your Valentine Novels & Stories

Instead of typing it out he sent me another picture, this time of the card. Had a magical night with you last night. Can't wait to make more memories with you. I'll see you Friday bella. I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew Valentine was smooth but damn. This was like a whole other level. This was like suave and sweet and a little cheesy all in one. I texted Adrian a thank you for letting me know before I opened up a message to Valentine. I can't believe you sent me more flowers. They are gorgeous thank you so much!

he called over his shoulder, ducking as Carmen swung her shoe at him. "Explain? EXPLAIN?" Carmen's voice rose to a shriek. "You drugged me! And put me on a plane without my consent! How dare you?!” "But It’s a surprise!” Liam protested, weaving around seats and then suddenly stopped shouting, “ Happy Valentine.” With his arm stretch out. Carmen skidded to a stop, breathing hard, her brow furrowing as she hissed through gritted teeth, “It’s November, you idiot.” “Is it?” he blinked. Then suddenly smiled again, "But still, it didn't matter. Valentine can be celebrated at anytime….”

I turned to see my little cousin Valentine, yes her name is Valentine Regens because she was born on Valentine's day. "Val!" She hugged me really tightly. "I miss you so much!! I heard you're dating Nicholas Lemiere where is he?" She asked and I pointed at Nic who was talking to my nephews and uncles. "Wow he's handsome." I chuckled. "How's school Val?" Valentine is 18 years old and she's almost graduated from highschool. She lives in San Fransisco so we hardly meet. "Terrible.” "Huh why?" I raised my eyebrows. "There's this annoying guy that keeps bullying me everyday, my highs chool life is no fun.”

I sat up, the empty room enveloping me, reminding me of where I was. Leo's text appeared on my phone, succinctly encapsulating the previous day. [Staying late. Spend Valentine's Day on your own.] On impulse, I opened his Instagram without switching accounts, finding his latest post—#PerfectValentine'sDay. The image showed Elisa, her outfit barely containing her figure.

I froze. Valentine’s? Was it? I quickly pulled out my phone and checked the date. Tomorrow is indeed Valentine’s Day. Usually, I’d give my workers the day off to celebrate while I worked from home. A younger me would’ve been dressed in a white priestly gown, preparing for Mass at the Catholic church. That was all I knew about St. Valentine’s Day. “Hello!” Cherry’s voice cut through my thoughts. I blinked. Tina gasped. “You didn’t know tomorrow is Valentine’s?”

He was too busy building a new life with an another she-wolf. I wiped my tears, clutching the Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. Yes, I'd found an herb worth $100 million, and I'd planned to tell him tonight during our Valentine's Day celebration. I was going to share how I'd already given notice at the herb shop so I could focus on raising Noah. But now... Well, he didn't need to know about the herb. Five years of dedication had led to this moment of clarity. It was time to walk away.

“It's enough apologizing, Eli. It's useless. Nothing will change because you've seen my face already. But promise me to never tell anyone how I look, alright?” “I understand, Valentina. But can I touch your face?” “I owe you a debt, so to reduce the interest on the amount I owe you, I will agree to that. But don't look at my eyes for too long; you might become more addicted to me,” she said threateningly. I bit my lips, raising my hand. I closed my eyes and felt her soft and smooth cheeks. Valerie's face was so soft and smooth when I first touched her. She was gorgeous and seductive, like this woman who told me that she was Valentina.

My original plan was to sleep after the marathon of anger, cry and drink, but Valentine had something in his mind and started kissing me. "You have no idea how long I waited, Erica," Valentine said in between little nips of my skin, enough to cause real pain, enough to entice a rush of endorphins to be released into my bloodstream, causing excessive pleasure to rage throughout my body. He's playing to my compulsions, riling them up for what's to come...he needed them in his corner. Valentine is almost identical with Vlad so I let him be. I just imagine he was Vlad. I squirm underneath him, his hands running along my body, over my clothes, feeling my body, his fingers firm...so demanding.

As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Zion strolled into the room, a tray filled with an array of Ayva's favorite foods in hand. With a mischievous grin, he greeted her in a singsong voice, "Good morning, sunshine!" His playful tone was accompanied by a falsetto voice as he exclaimed. "Guess what day it is? It's Valentine's Day and you're starting the day with breakfast in bed!"