Novel & Cerita Harry Warden My Bloody Valentine

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

“You think you can stop me? You have no idea what you’re dealing with.” She raised her hands, chanting an ancient incantation. The air crackled with energy, and a dark cloud began to form above her head. “I will not be defeated,” she screamed, her voice filled with fury. “I will have the Gemini Heart, even if it means destroying you all!” Before she could complete her spell, Veronica’s security team opened fire, unleashing a hail of bullets that ripped through the air. Madam Serena screamed, collapsing to the ground, her body riddled with bullets.

She asked. "We don't need her to be physically present to use her. As I said, if this is going to work, we need to be very wily so he won't be able to detect it" Marcie said. "So what's the plan?" Kimberly asked keenly. "Now listen carefully....." Valentine returned to the servant's quarters with a big smile on her face. She was covered in paint but she wasn't bothered. She ignored the stares as she walked to her room. As soon as she entered the room, she noticed the way her roommates were staring at her.

I grumbled, trying to ignore how the perfume was making my head throb. Just then, Valen’s door burst open. He stumbled out, looking like a total joke. His hair was a bird's nest, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was wearing a pair of wrinkled pants that sat dangerously low on his hips. He looked half-asleep and entirely panicked. "Raven!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Where is she? I can't catch her scent!" I didn't even look at him. I just pointed a finger at the sofa. Valen’s gaze landed on her, and he let out a visible, ragged sigh of relief. He slumped against the doorframe, his hand over his heart.

“Soon, Erica, there won’t be an Alpha standing in my way.” Valentine hummed to himself as he poured himself a wine and I watched him. I then realize the most terrifying truth of all, Valentine was the weed that needs to be taken out or the whole land will be infected with it. Valentine didn’t leave right away, especially when he was enjoying himself. He lingered near the doorway, his fingers brushing the wall. Suddenly, he laughed, quiet at first, then a little louder, like a mad man. “Do you know,” he said, tilting his head, “how easy it is to make people believe the wrong story?”

“Harry, why are you hitting a little girl? If people find out, it won’t make us look good. Why don’t we make a bet for five hundred thousand?” Harry seemed interested. “Sounds fun. What’s the bet?” The man smiled meaningfully and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s see if she can sell 200 roses at the night market.” Everyone laughed in response. “Someone who can’t even talk selling flowers? Are you serious?” “Come on, man. You’re not planning on letting her go, are you?” I thought that I would be rescued, but I ended up in a worse situation instead. When Harry saw how hopeless I looked, he quickly agreed to the bet.

he asked. Caught unawares by Mark’s question, Harry looked awkward and quickly cleared his throat. “A bit.” Mark’s lips were upturned. He chuckled, as if he was in a good mood. Seeing Mark’s rare expression, Harry chuckled and seized this opportunity. “How old is she, Mr. Valentine?” Mark picked up his coffee from the table and took a sip, while his slender fingers casually flipped through documents. “Three years and five months old.” “She is one year younger than mine.” Harry smiled.

It was so heavy and striking that I rarely wore it. Ivan sneered, his expression settling back into that same old disdain. "So, where's your husband, then? Why isn't he here with you? What kind of husband lets his wife come here just to eat and drink for free?" "I'm Millia's husband." A deep, steady voice sounded from behind me. Everyone turned to see who it was. Alex Ward was dressed in a plain tracksuit with no visible brand, yet he somehow looked even more distinguished because of it.

"Salted butter caramel on the toast. Want some?" Harry settled for flicking his tongue over her lips to savor the sweet notes left on his soul mate's skin. Emmanuelle put her arms around his neck and began sniffing him: "Why do you wear the smell of blood, my beloved?" Harry's expression became more serious. He sighed, saddened that he could not continue this intimate moment with her: "A vampire was snooping around." "snooping? What does that mean?" "He was on your land searching for something...while" Harry could not end his sentence as his soulmate interrupted him.