Funny Valentines Death Novels & Stories

He finished it and took another one from Camilla which he drank hungrily as well. After drinking five bags of blood, he sat on the floor tiredly. "Valerie are you okay now?" he asked him. "Yes Dante" Valerie replied. If Dante had any doubts about his brother being a vampire now, it was all cleared up now. His little brother Valerie was a vampire. After Valerie had cleaned up, they sat in his room in silence. Everybody was deep in thoughts. Valerie surprisingly broke the silence first. "So I heard Ferrante died and his wife is in charge now" he said.

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.

“I believe I’ve made myself clear. Perhaps you think that I still love you and would not want you to jump. You might even think that my heart will go out to you. “But Joshua, all the things you’ve done over this period have destroyed the remaining love I have for you. So, I only find it funny that you’d resort to threatening me to be back together with you through suicide. If I don’t love you anymore, why would I care whether you live or die?” Her words were too harsh, and Joshua could not accept it. With an ashen face, he shook his head. “Don’t. Stop talking.” Yet Rain continued, “If you really died today, the most I will feel is a slight regret that I did not manage to stop you. “But unlik

Looking around, I saw my former coworkers watching me with varied expressions. Matthew, on the other hand, was sitting just a few yards away, a scowl etched across his face. I just smiled. "Actually, Mr. Foster, I'm here to treat everyone to coffee." "You?" He let out a derisive snort. "I'd be lucky if you didn't try to sneak an extra cup from the craft services table. You're really going to buy coffee for the whole crew?" He gestured to the crowd. "Look around. There are over 300 people on this set. How many shifts do you think you'd have to pull as a corpse just to pay for all that?"

But it reminded me of terrible death. Valerian stood next to me, smiling like he’d won the biggest prize. His teeth gleamed, and his eyes sparkled with something unhinged. The way he looked at me made my stomach twist. He was proud. Proud to have me standing here in a dress beside him. Proud to make me his third wife. Because the first and second one? They were dead. And yes, I recently found out.

He simply scooted closer, keeping me company while I stared blankly at nothing, grateful beyond words for his presence. The door opened, and Valerie stepped inside, her usual bright energy dimmed. I could tell she knew. “I’ll be right back,” I told Kyle, kissing his forehead before stepping out into the hallway with her. The second the door closed behind us, Valerie’s composure cracked. “Is it true? Richard’s really dead?” “Yes.” The word tasted like ash on my tongue. She shook her head slowly, disbelief and grief warring across her face. “I didn’t think it was true when Laurent called Roman to tell me to get here.”

Beth smirked as she cocked the gun and squinted at me. I'm so scared, I think this is the end of the world for me. "Don't kill me! It's a pity!" I begged Beth but she laughed out loud like a demon. "Goodbye Agatha... just say hello to Don Jose in heaven," he said while holding the gun. "Don't!" I screamed but saw that my chest was covered in blood. While the darkness is slowly engulfing me, I can still see Beth's loud laughter. "My son..." was the last word I said,

Valerie collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, then continued her tearful story. "She said that when you held a funeral for her, she would suddenly 'resurrect' and accuse you of murdering your own mate!" "Then the pack elders would be forced to strip you of your title and let Liam take over!" He had strictly forbidden anyone from discussing my death, let alone spreading rumors that it was faked. Valerie had no access to the pack's inner circle. How could she possibly know any of this? She had even used the precise phrase, "fake death."

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

He said in a low and charming voice, "You are my wife." "I have no plans to divorce or be widowed in my life." "Even if I die, I will die in front of you." Eliza was shocked speechless for a long time. The woman in black laughed out loud. "Everyone says that Mr. Valentine is a psychopath who likes torturing his wife. Who would have thought that he would be such a dedicated romantic?" After she said that, a cold light flashed in her eyes. "But it's pointless! From now on, there will be no more Mr. Valentine in this world!"