Novel & Cerita Harry Warden My Bloody Valentine

I asked, hoping for some clarification. He tilted his head and replied, "Is it possible that Dante hasn't figured out Orlando's intentions yet, or is he not telling you anything?" I didn't answer, but I suspected that Dante knew about Orlando and that's why he wanted to send me away to his island. He must have noticed my hesitation because he continued, "Valentine is after the money that Fordd stole from him when he tried to run away with you. You see, Fordd suspected that someone had discovered your true identity, so he planned to escape with you and his wife. But to do that, he needed a large sum of money, which he never got the chance to take home because he was killed. Now, Valentine is

"Tyler, you really want a divorce? You'd better think hard. No one else but me would want a petty, narrow-minded man like you." "I've thought about it. Goodbye." After saying that, I got out of the car. When Nancy saw me leaving, she floored the gas pedal. The sudden acceleration flung me from the car. Amid the screams of bystanders, I collapsed into a pool of blood, while Nancy drove away without looking back. The blood slowly spread beneath me, resembling bright, alluring spider lilies blooming around me one by one.

While outside of the conservatory, several people had been trying to open the door, unfortunately the only way to open it was from the inside, so they could only scream at Aaric to open the door, but their voices were muffled and couldn’t be heard inside. "Then what are you going to do with her? Elope?” Arabella laughed sarcastically. "You can't take her back to where the vampires are and this isn't your territory either." "That is none of your business," Aaric growled angrily. However, instead of answering Aaric's words, Arabella actually moved very fast, too fast for Aaric's human body to dodge the attack, because a moment after that he could feel an excruciating pain in his chest as a sca

“I’ve been in that elevator. It only goes to the ground floor.” Scar leaned forward, eyes sharp. “Press the first and last floor buttons together. Then input the code.” I stared at him. “And you just happen to have the code?” “You don’t need to worry about how you’ll get in or out,” he said. “Just make sure it’s done before the wedding.” I stood slowly, mind racing. “When’s the family meeting?” “This weekend,” Scar said. “During that meeting… the stamp will be unguarded.” I clenched my jaw. “Fine. It always one fucking duty after another.”

Cracks spiderwebbed across it. He lowered his hands slowly. Breathing hard. “This is only the first test.” Valentine stared at him. Blood trickled from her cheek. Her arm throbbed. Yet her voice stayed steady. “Then send the next one.” The mage studied her for a long moment. Then stepped back into the shadows. Vanished as though he had never been there. The remaining wolves faltered. Then retreated. Melted into the trees. Left silence in their wake. Valentine dropped to one knee. Breath ragged. Power still hummed beneath her skin. Flickered in her veins.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“I’ll be in the stables, my lady, if you need me.” “Go!” When Thomas left them alone, Valeria slapped him again. “Were you saying something, dear?” “You’re crazy! I said it again and again and again until you understand it, Valeria Valladolid!” Harry grabbed her by her arms and pushed her until she felt the desk behind her. “Leave me alone!” “You’re crazy, damn bitch! You’re the piece of shit here, not me! You killed that poor man, right? You killed him, say it, say it, damn slut!”