Novel & Cerita What Is Valentine's

"Yeah. Let's just give them the same names. It wouldn't be a big deal." But to Axel and Cupid, it clearly is a big deal. *** "My daughter," Cupid cried as he held onto his baby. "My son," Axel said, trying to suppress the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. On February 14th, 2097, the two Valentins have been born into the world. Of course, their fathers don't know about this still. They were still too happy in their own space, not knowing that history had once again repeated itself. "Love, come here," Gillian called out.

Valentine “Hi, Nick. It’s me, Valentine, again. It’s been three weeks since you haven’t returned any of my calls. I’m just worried that something bad happened to you. I’ve been visiting you every day, but your mom and sister always tell me that you went out. I just think we really need to talk, you know. Please call me back.”

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.

“You know, just because your ex cheated on you on Valentine's Day doesn't mean you should hate the holiday!’ “Not when two of my exes have cheated on me on Valentine's day… need I remind you about my father and his affair that came out ten years ago, too,, on Valentine's day?” “Okay, I see your point, but it's Valentine's Day; you should celebrate it. I hate that you are home alone while Evelyn and I are out with our men. I feel guilty,” I rolled my eyes. “There is no need to feel guilty at all. Besides, I'm not home alone, I have a bottle of wine and a show ready as soon as I hang up,”

I nodded, smiling. "Sounds like a plan," I said, clinking my glass against Elrod's. But even as I smiled and laughed with my friend, my mind remained with Elena, wondering what the future held for her and her child. Elrod leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, Valentine's Day is coming up, and I'm thinking of getting Krissy something special." I nodded, trying to focus on the conversation. "What did you get her last year?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink. Elrod grinned.

FIRST ROSE "HELLO, Miss Beautiful!" Vincent called out when he found Isla in the kitchen, busy washing dishes. "Hi, Sir Vince," Isla replied, her voice soft as she acknowledged him. At that moment, Vincent moved closer, grabbing a glass and filling it with cold water from the refrigerator. “Valentine's Day is coming up. Do you have a date yet?” he asked, his gaze lingering on Isla’s beautiful face. Isla glanced at him shyly before offering a small smile. “No, I don’t. I’m not really thinking about those things right now. I don’t have time for dates,” she explained.

Vivian asked, worry apparent in her eyes. "No, it’s nothing." She answers, trying to act natural. "Say, Valentine's Day is just around the corner. I was just thinking what should I give my boss?" She said. "Just give him chocolates. You're good at doing sweets right?" Vivian said. "But ... he's not fond of sweets." Sara giggled. "How about giving him a letter instead?" She said. "I read it from the internet. Western people often give cards and roses on Valentine's Day."

"Alpha." "Valentine," Vaela says, gesturing toward me. "Fiorenca." "Frankie," I correct automatically. Vaela clicks her tongue. "That is not your name." "It really is." Valentine beams, she's been handed a new puppy, she lunges forward. Her arms pull me in an enthusiastic hug. I'm struck by how genuine she is, there isn't a single sharp edge hiding underneath her warmth. I've spent enough time with shitty ass people to know kindness is often transactional. Valentine's isn't. The empathy pouring off her feels limitless. It almost hurts.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

Still unwilling to stop, he gave my body one last vicious squeeze before rolling off me in frustration. The next second, Calvin suddenly began to sob. "Quinn, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He cried as he trembled, gently stroking my cheek. "I really love you. I can't bear to let you go. "But I have no choice. I really don't." I forced down the humiliation and rage, keeping my voice as gentle as I could. "What happened?" Calvin sniffed. His face was full of sorrow and false devotion. "Quinn, you're too beautiful. You're perfect.