Funny Valentines Death Novels & Stories

“Sacrificed? Did you really say sacrificed? Damn, I wish I could shoot her again. There was no sacrifice. Valentino is a Christian and she fell off a cliff on an adventurous trip with her friends and died. He wasn't even with her when it happened” “She also said you guys worship the devil and make sacrifices to him. He said you're the devil's favorite. That he lives inside you”. And that got me. I laughed. I laughed so hard that I knew I might wake some people up from their sleep. Victoria laughed as well. This is fucking funny. Good job, Nic you brought home a fellow lunatic. “Why can't you be like this forever?” I stared into her blue eyes and I noticed she was sad. She was expecting someo

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….”

She doesn't want to involve his mother about her craving revenge against the two. "I will come back to you Clench," she whispered and start her engines and went into a bar. She drunk herself to death with grief. The scenes she just saw is eradicating her, both in the interior and exterior of her own. "Ylisha, the man you love, is presently married," she whispered and laugh out loud. The people around her are watching her, laughing, and thinking she was gone insane. She really looks crazy, that she started to lift her arms, with her beer on her hands, and keeps laughing without any proper explanation.

Val answered back and I had to agree with her. "I’ve tried calling that idiot several times but his number doesn’t even go through. It’s almost as if he blocked me.” Tamara tells us with a worried look on her face and I fume inwardly. “Hold on a second guys, do you think he could have killed her and then dumped her body in a place that would make it difficult to find her?” Tamara voices out and I’m beyond surprised by her level of stupidity. “I know it’s crazy but I saw a movie last week where a boyfriend stabbed his girlfriend to death because she broke up with him. Could our baby actually be dead?" Tamara adds, making Valarie and I break into guffaws.

Sometimes I wonder if he knows the truth about everything and is just pretending not to because of how observant he is. “I don’t care. I just think she is more useful to us alive than dead.” I shrugged. “Oh brother Valentina is of no use to us alive or dead and besides we can get a thousand Valentinas right there at the strip club. She is nothing but a cheap cunt.” Diego said before taking a sip of his whiskey. I tried my best to keep my anger at bay, there is only one Valentina, if only he remembers what she used to mean to him a few years ago, thank God he doesn’t remember, that memory can destroy a lot of things including me…

I'm so scared to admit that our little affair has to end. I nodded, "I will", I said and then bowed, having to act professional. He smiled and then walked away. Valerie walked up to me. "Is there anyway we can kill that bitch before they get married?", she asked. "I volunteer finding a chain saw", I said. "Can't believe you're watching your ex and your boss getting married, that's sick and not in the cool way". "It's worse when you remind me", I said and grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it.

Are you intentionally trying to humiliate Valerie by getting in her way? A strong gust of wind billowed past, sending the dry leaves on the ground dancing in the air. I clenched my fists tightly as I stared at Shane and Valerie, using the pain to suppress my overwhelming loathing for them. I definitely wasn't going to lift a single finger to save their lives in this life. I took a deep breath before letting a frosty smile stretch across my lips. I then took a few steps backward. "You're right, Mr. Carlton. I was too narrow-minded. Since you approve of Valerie's plan, feel free to do as you please."

" Every single word out of his mouth was a knife, and with each sentence, my heart turned to ice. The fragile hope that had just flared up inside me was brutally snuffed out. Wyatt's lips curved, and he looked almost pleased with himself. He took the food and water that had been placed in the coffin, then said casually, "You're going to die anyway, so there's no point wasting these on you. I'll leave the oxygen tank, though. I want you to last a few more days. It's just a shame you won't be able to make it to our wedding."

Val’s jaw clenched harder and his grip on the gun didn’t loosen. “Get on your fucking knees,” he said, “and apologize to my wife. Right now. Or—” “Or what?” Dante barked, inching closer. “Kill me? I face death every day. It doesn’t scare me.” Val’s lips twisted into something dangerous. “Of course you’re not scared of death,” he said. “It’s quick, clean and less painful. But fortunately, that’s not what I had in mind for you.” Slowly, he lowered the gun to the floor.

"I spoke with my inside man, and he told me that Valentine doesn't have her anymore. She was thrown into the Mississippi River." The weight of Dante's words hit me hard, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother, who had been a loving and caring woman, couldn't even have a proper funeral. It was heart-wrenching to imagine that Valentine, the monster who had taken her life, couldn't even have the decency to hand over her corpse.