In entirety, valentine is a FUCKING DAY, rather than the sanctity of its literal meaning.

Fuck your manners.””You don’t have to settle for just my manners.

The calmness was fracturing, tendrils of fear seeping through her mind like ivy. Once the fear consumed her, she’d run.

Fear blossomed within her – not like a flower, but like blood welling from a gunshot wound, spreading throughout her entire body.

Her gaze shifted away. “I don’t remember my dreams anymore.” It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them,...

Everything she knew about him rushed through her mind like a tidal wave.

Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when...

She tried to think of the right thing to say – something that would make him leave her alone. If she said she could defend herself he’d want her to prove it. But if she...

If she was going to die she wanted to go out with chocolate in one hand and a shopping bag in the other.

Life is about juggling obligations, Valerie. You need to study smarter, not harder.

Know your value, accept nothing but the best.