Novel & Cerita Creepy Valentines

His dirty valentine Intro- Eugene has always had a huge crush on Marcel, she was the shy and reserved type that couldn't ever make a move. They were neighbors and she always kept a look out for him to catch at least a glimpse of him. Even her wet dreams of him couldn't relieve her of her desire of him. It's valentine's day and she's lonely and horny! Will Marcel look her way. Eugene's P.O.V. I glance over at the clock on the wall. Shit!

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.

I wanted to see that place. It was just two hours into day break, everyone had gone to sleep. I hurried into the kitchen and drank a whole bottle of a special liquid Edmund and Hillary introduced to us. It was called vamscren and it allowed vampires to walk in the sun for a while without being affected by it. Somehow, vamscren made me feel a bit better about becoming a vampire as I didn’t have to always be limited by the sun. The vamscren was made from dragon tears and Edmund and Hillary, along with Dana, arranged with the manufacturers to always supply it to the castle, so we never ran out. After drinking, I got my cloak and flew out of the castle, to see my former town.

~Giggles~ ~MY CHILDREN ARE DYING, THEY NEED PRIMITIVE EMOTIONS TO SURVIVE; I COLLECT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. Creed's expression changed into something ugly. "So you want to invade my brain and steal my memories?" ~HE HE HE — NO STEALING BUT COPYING... WHAT I MEAN IS - JUST TELL ME A SAD MEMORY AND I PAY YOU WITH INFORMATION OF EQUAL WORTH~ "This is too easy!" Creed thought Vetaal was talking crap, and the offer was just a trap. "What is the catch? The scheme is too suspicious..." ~I AM DESPERATE... MY CHILDREN ARE DYING, I NEED EMOTIONS. HE HE HE HE~

“Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you haven’t signed anything but once you do… there’s no going back. You are theirs. Forever.” The words pulsed in Chloe’s mind like a warning bell. Her fingers gripped the sheets. Contract. Her vision blurred as the memory came back. It had been that night. That night

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

What were portals and what was this all about? "Tell that annoying wolf of yours to create a distraction for you to slowly siphon more energy! I don't care how you do it, just GET IT DONE!" Valentine growled out as he took a long gulp from a goblet he was drinking from. The man was handsome and was dressed in very nice attire, but I couldn't get passed what Valentine had been drinking. Blood. He was a vampire; a pretty powerful one too from the way he carried himself. That’s what that atrocious scent is - the stench of a vampire.

She looked sick. Valerie opened her mouth to reply but Maya beats her to it. “Oh, that's because the birthday of our late queen has just passed. Since then Valerie is feeling low.” Hearing the reply, Valentine’s body stiffened. He froze in the mid-bite of pancakes and looked at his sister. Chewing the contents gently, he drank a glass of water. Lola gulps sensing the shift in the air. This isn't going to end well. Suddenly a cold laugh escaped the Italian Don sending everyone in frenzy.

“It’s mine. The Valentine bloodline was meant to be reborn through me—not through some Fae-blooded girl.” She lifted up a mouse her gnarled fingers tightening around it. In a split second it squeaked and turned into ash. “I’ll burn their little Eden to ash. And when it’s done, he’ll beg me to save him.” At the Valentine mansion, roses had begun blooming out of season. Crimson petals glistened with dew, but Odessa noticed too late the black veins creeping up their stems. By dusk, the orchard was a graveyard. Dozens of animals lay scattered across the fields—bodies twisted and desiccated, eyes wide with terror.

“Dealing with Andrius Moonshade does not warrant all three of us coming out together.” Hex the Demon Monk’s tone was full of disdain. He looked at Withered Valentine to his side and said, “Valentine, I’ll leave this to you.” “Easy!” Withered Valentine’s eyes flashed with a wretched light as he cackled. “Old Master Crestfall, you haven’t forgotten the conditions for using me, right?” Withered Valentine loved to play with women. Every time the Crestfalls needed him to deal with something, they had to provide him with a bevy of beautiful women and let him have his fill. Only then would he get to work.