I

The first page opens with a post-bedroom scene of Cirrus and Aurora cuddling each other, fully naked but with the bed sheet covering their lower bodies.

Cirrus' left arm became a pillow for Aurora's head. His glorious black wings extended beyond the length of the bed. His long hair of silver and red spread along with Aurora's soft curls of chestnut brown.

Aurora woke up, admired the man next to her for a moment before tapping his chest.

"Cirrus," she said. "Wake up. I think we're late."

He groaned and opened one eye to look at her.

"You think?"

"Let's go!" Aurora slapped playfully his shoulder and stood up, pulling the bed sheet with her. "Our Author is holding a party for all of us. I don't want her to unpublish us in Wattpad just because we are late," she reasoned.

"Don't worry," Cirrus grinned whilst he pulled her back in bed and sensually blew air into her ear. "She won't. Our story is unique. They won't find any other archdemon/archangel/exorcist priest in Wattpad who falls in love with a woman who has a weird birthmark on her neck."

Aurora lifted a brow and grinned at him. "Oh really?" she said.

"Yes really," he answered and then kissed her passionately on the lips.

II

The fourth page shows the panoramic view of the Le Chateau de Esclavette at night — a grand mansion owned by the Fancy Pants Club. In the back garden surrounded by classic fountains was where the Valentine's party was held.

Small glass chandeliers were seen hung in the nearby trees. A line of yellow light bulbs stretched from one end to another roofing the grandiose table setup organized by Daniella Émile Rosecraft, one of the Fancy Pants Club members.

"Hey, relax. You're stressing out." A man appeared from behind her as she watched another Fancy Pants Club member, Vincent, expertly play his violin on stage. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder as he bent to place a kiss on her neck.

"Erik," Daniella sighed, twisted her head and cast an approving look at her man who wore a black tuxedo. "I can't seem to relax. Your demand for perfection is just too outrageous."

"Hmmm," he curved his mouth into a small smile. "You know I don't care about perfection if it is you."

Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, because teasing me is what you care the most."

Erik nodded without guilt. "It sure is," he stated and then waved a hand on his Fancy Pants Club members settled in their reserved seats.

III

The next scene shows a different table occupied by two men. Heron, posing as a butler and a lover at the same time, grabbed Marcus' elbow in a rush.

"Come Marcus!" exclaimed Heron as he pulled the boy up from his seat. "Let's dance."

Marcus shook his head, a little embarrassed after seeing the lack of dancers in the dance floor. "But Sir Heron, I-"

"What?" Heron interrupted with a lift of his brow, his mouth in a tight line. "You rather prefer I drag you in our room and take advantage of this beautiful night?"

"I thought so," Heron grinned. "But you know I'm still going to do that to you later, right?"

Marcus nodded and shyly rubbed his nape. "Yeah, I know," he answered.

IV

The eighth page shows a couple having their sweet moment in the center dance floor. The man's right hand settled on the small of the woman's back while the other thoughtfully held her hand, assisting her with the dance steps.

"Ruen look," Lianne, wearing a pale pink cocktail dress, gestured her head towards the men joining them in the dance floor.

Ruen, who wore a stylish gray tuxedo, glanced at them briefly and then showed her a smile.

"I bet your nerves will be gone, Lianne. We're not alone in this dance floor anymore," he stated, pulling her closer to him.

"Yeah, it seems so." Lianne smiled and then acknowledged Marcus with a small nod.

Marcus nodded back, smiling.

"But I'm not nervous at all as long as I'm with you," she continued.

In response, Ruen placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you, Lianne," he whispered.

"I love you too, Ruen," she replied, cherishing the feeling of his lips on her skin.

V

The next scene opens with a space distortion in a nearby grassy area. Some leaves formed twisters in there and from it a man appeared with a beautiful woman, her arms wrapped around him.

They both looked at the ongoing party and smiled.

"Here we are Selene like you requested," Khronus stated, looking at her with warmth, admiring the beauty she possessed clad in a crystal-beaded dress. He looked dashing himself, wearing a white trench coat with a blood red rose tucked in his front pocket.

"Yes," she blushed. "I haven't been in a Valentine's party before."

"Then, let's make the most out of this before my jail in heaven calls for me," Khronus stated. He took the rose from his pocket and inserted it in her ear.

"Thanks," Selene said, angling her head to ready for a kiss.

And Khronus did so without delay.

He held her head steady and gave her the first Valentine's kiss of the night.

VI

The twelfth page shows Andrea sitting with Eriol opposite her, a look of longing clear on their faces. Their hands touched right in the center of the table, playfully skimming the tips of their fingers.

"Open it," Eriol urged whilst looking at her with mischief in his eyes.

Andrea, although suspicious, did as he told. With his Valentine's gift resting on her lap, she pulled out the ribbon and opened it.

"Yes, because you will need it after this party," Eriol coolly answered.

Andrea's eyes widened and despite the blush that tainted her face, she scolded him loud and rough.

VII

The focus of the story now shifts to a woman, Ysabelle, staring at her partner with concern.

"Hey, simmer down," she said whilst patting Marcus' tense shoulder.

"Look at that demon," Marcus spat, glaring at Eriol from across the dance floor. "I don't understand why the Author invited him when he isn't fit here."

Ysabelle pressed her lips together and took her DSLR camera from the table. "You are overreacting Marcus. Look at him, he is with a beautiful lady and hey, despite being a Demon Prince of Lust, he looked truly in love judging from his aura."

Marcus sighed, his eyes softening as he stared at her. "You are a kind woman, Ysabelle. I am so blessed to have you."

"Well," she grinned and quickly brought her camera up, "Say cheese!"

Ysabelle giggled at this.

Marcus placed the camera down and then pulled her close to him for a tight embrace.

"Marcus!" she exclaimed.

"I love you, Ysabelle, until the day we die," he whispered close to her ear.

Ysabelle simply shook her head. "Silly, we aren't. Mikha'el returned my immortality, remember? And you are an archangel."

VIII

The next scene focuses on a certain table with a gloomy atmosphere occupied by two silent guests.

"What?" Amanda drew a confused brow at Cord who had his face directed to her for over an hour.

"Despite me being blind," he started cool and composed, "I can sense our fellow couples turning lovey-dovey. I think we should too."

Amanda's forehead creased. "What are you talking about?"

Stunned, Amanda hastily cleared her throat and shifted in her seat. "You're crazy, Master Vitalis. The Author hasn't reached that chapter in our book yet. Why would we?"

"Just for this special Valentine's party, please?" Cord pulled a pleading look.

"You're crazy!" Amanda shouted, half surprised and half feeling awkward.

IX

The highlight of the story now shows Aurora climbing up a mini platform connected to the dance floor.

Cirrus, who chose a table near the platform, admired her as she flaunted her curves in a beige body-hugging dress.

"Everyone, settle down please," she announced whilst holding a wireless microphone.

"It has come to this hour when we finally get a chance to meet our Creator. She is the reason why we are loved by our precious readers. Why our story lingers in their hearts. Why they cry, laugh, get scared, squeal, have eye puffiness because of sleepless nights reading and waiting for updates."

The couples all chuckled at this.

"She is the reason why we exist," Aurora continued. She glanced at a big tree behind her and then announced, "Let us all welcome, Miss Julianne Vera Cruz, or popularly known as JMFelic."

Everyone present clapped their hands.

"A great evening to all!" she said when Aurora handed her the mic after a quick kiss of greeting on the cheek. "Wow! So many beautiful couples are surrounding me."

She cleared a lump in her throat, suddenly feeling emotional.

"Well, I'd like to thank you for attending this special Valentine's party. It has always been my dream to create a world where genuine love and romance exists and use this to touch and inspire other people. Through Wattpad, I was able to do this. I was able to create all of you."

She gestured a hand to the couples in her front and then pressed a palm against her chest, right where the heart lay.

"You are my achievement. You are my life. Published or not, you are forever in my heart, alive and as real as the pen I always hold in my hand. Thank you for sharing your stories to the readers in different parts of the world. Thank you for making them fall in love. Happy Valentine's Day everyone and enjoy this evening!"

Everyone applauded again, but a lot louder this time.

Ysabelle hastily stood up and took her camera with her.

"Miss Author, let's take a group picture!" she shouted and handed the camera to a passing waiter.

"Sure, Ysabelle," JMFelic replied. "Everybody please stand in the platform with me."

And all the couples did without delay.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"Say cheese!" they all exclaimed in unison.

The End

Thank you for reading friends! I hope you enjoyed my post.

Special thanks to KellyAnneBlount for including me in the WATTPAD BLOCK PARTY – WINTER Edition III and for the hard work she poured in this post! You are awesome!

How many do you think are my hidden hearts?  Comment below and if you guessed it right, you will win! ^_^

In the Block Party, no one was able to guess it correctly.  hehehe *evil witch laugh*