Harry Warden My Bloody Valentine Novels & Stories

Wendy stopped in her tracks. Harry's voice turned sharp. "Wendy, don't act like we owe you anything. Three years ago, when Stanley and Jessica were Hovendale's golden couple, everyone thought they'd get married. But then Stanley got into a car accident and went into a coma. That's the only reason we had you marry him instead."

Holly ordered. Valerie stood, wiping the tears from her eyes as she did. On wobbly legs, she stepped to the side so the redhead could sit down. Her ass felt as if it were on fire, the pain rippling through her body. She took large gulps of air, trying to get her breathing back under control from her crying, but Holly didn’t want to give her the time to recover, it seemed. The woman still had plans in store for her. “Now, go and show the others how wet that cunt of yours is,” Holly ordered. “Make sure to ask each of them if they would like to feel your dirty slit.”

THE black SUV rolled to a smooth stop in front of the Harlow residence, its engine purring softly before going quiet. The gates had barely finished sliding shut when the front door flew open. Mrs. Harlow stood there, hands clasped tightly to her chest, eyes glistening as she stared down the walkway like she was afraid the image before her would vanish if she blinked. The driver stepped out first, moved to the back, and opened the trunk. Then Valentine appeared. He had changed. He now looked taller, broader in the shoulders, his once-boyish face now sharpened by years and distance. But the moment his eyes landed on the woman standing at the door, everything else fell away.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

Harry said to Valentine "I'm fine carrying one at once" She smiled and how I want to throw this box to Harry's face. I take a really deep breath because if I don't I might set this camping site on fire "It's not that heavy , stop pretending to be weak" That came out from my mouth coldly and Valentine turned to me coldly. We both glared each other "You-" She threw the box down but ended up cutting her finger , dropping the boxes and I quickly walked to her and put her finger into my mouth. Sipping her blood.. she looked at me shocked. I put down my bag and rushed to find a bandage.

It turned out to be just Maddox coming in. “You ready for your first lesson on finding the way to a woman’s heart?” “I sent flowers to her this morning. And to Valerie.” Hazel had sent me a picture of Valerie holding her flowers and beaming. Her text of thanks ended in two kisses and a heart. When I responded and asked for a picture of her with her flowers, I didn’t like what I saw. Hazel was pale, and although she was smiling, it didn’t reach her eyes. I had a lot to make up for.

Adrian's POV The ward smelt strongly of antiseptic and lemon fresh. The monitors beside Oliver's bed beeped softly, when I stepped in and Valentine was slumped in the visitor's chair lost in thought and looking like she had seen a ghost. Her hands were folded over the top of her knees, and her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her shoulders stayed squared. "Val," I whispered, coming into the room. "I want to go home and pick up a few things for Oliver. Do you have something you need me to bring back for you?"

Nine weeks later I sat on my bathroom floor staring at two pink lines while Jamie laughed in the living room, his new heart beating strong and steady. I was twenty-three, single, and pregnant by a vampire who paid ten million dollars to disappear. Then, on the night of the winter solstice, my front door exploded off its hinges. He stood in the wreckage wearing a crown of black diamonds and murder in his glowing crimson eyes. Prince Valerian Nocturne. “You’re carrying my heir,” he snarled, fangs fully extended, voice shaking the walls. “And you, Harper Quinn, are coming with me—whether you walk willingly or I carry you in chains.”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to, I…” “I’ve offered you help, what more do you want?” Despite being annoyed, he remained calm. “I do not want money, I need something else. And if only you’ll listen to me.” “Why should I? Have you forgotten how you left me humiliated two years ago?” Zara suddenly went bereft of words. It was true Harry was publicly humiliated after she ran away on the day of their wedding, but then she was blinded by love. The bodyguard whom was standing at a distance, walked up to them, and leaned close to Harry’s shoulder.

We couldn't bear to stay away from each other and no amount of validation was needed. Harry actually managed to get a girl to marry him the same day he was supposed to marry Sarah. I didn't know her but heard she was Helen's friend. I had no idea how their arrangement worked and I didn't want to know. According to Alex, money can make people do anything and I wholeheartedly agree. Harry was cheating on his newlywed wife before my trip to home ended and the worse thing was the entire state got to see his embarrassing infidelity as his clothes, phone, money was stolen and he got arrested for public nudity.