Hellsing Jan Valentine Novels & Stories

For the first time in her life, her evil heart was hurt, and it was not a good feeling. ************************* Hours passed by, and all of Vladimir’s organisation was almost blown to the ground. The people he kept in the prison, the drugs, everything were destroyed. Valeria was still nowhere to be found; Grace was crying, cradling her son’s head. Vladimir’s eyes twitched in anger as he watched from the remaining CCTV as hooded figures killed all the men at the front. He recognised them immediately. “The valkyries sisters,” he said, then he saw Egan next. He chuckled.

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.

The night Cassian Arden met Seraphina Laurent. The night Elena Vale became the villainess. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the table. Because she remembered. Every chapter. Every humiliation. Every death flag. She wasn’t in her world anymore. She was inside a novel. A bestselling romance story she once read during chemotherapy nights before everything went dark. And she had become the character everyone hated. Elena Vale. The obsessive fiancée. The “villainess who burns at the end.” Her legs weakened. She almost laughed.

No wonder they came up with something new every single day. This neighborhood, I realized, was Valen's infamous red-light district—a cesspool of society's dregs. Good-for-nothings who spent their days drifting from one sleazy joint to another. Whenever they ran out of money, they'd shoot another video. But by the time the truth dawned on me, it was already far too late. Ryuzo and his men used me for three full months. They tried every method they knew, every position, every depraved act—all of it on my body.

I was gently laid on the bed, and the doctor took a blood sample for testing to ensure there were no adverse side effects from the unknown substance that knocked me out. Papa sat by my bedside, staring intently at me. I looked at Papa's back, which was no longer upright, as though he had aged years in a single night. "I'm fine, Papa." Papa's eyes immediately welled up with tears after hearing that. "Thank goodness you're alright, Valentina. Your Mamma's death anniversary is only five days away. If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't even dare go pay my respects to your Mamma. You must take proper precautions when you go out from now on, Valentina."

"I have business to attend to." Turning Vladimier gave me a swift kiss on the lips before brushing a hand along my cheek. Smiling, he turned and headed back into his office, slamming the door shut behind him. Now alone with my tutor, I tried to plaster a smile on my face to show that I meant no harm, given the hostility and now repose I was getting from him. "Nice to meet you, Geofrey. I'm Valerie." I offered, holding up a hand. "How did you do it?" Geofrey asked instead, leaning closer to me and narrowing his gaze. "How did you manage to be reborn?"

When the drum ceased and the white robes slowed to stillness, the spell shattered—and I corrected my posture. And there she was. Valentina. They had dressed her in red layers. She stood like a fragile bloom caught between smoke and fire. At first, she looked scared. Then—her chin lifted. She drank it all down in one gulp, controlled and defiant. As if daring the world to betray her again. My heart clenched. The stone basin. The water. The bones beneath it. What had she done? Why wouldn’t she listen to reason? My heart clenched again—gripped by a cold hand, as if death itself had taken hold.

His arm held me close, as though even in sleep he refused to let me go. But peace seemed like a fleeting star, it never stays long… Darkness swallowed the edges of my sight, dragging me into a deliberate y silence. Then came the voice—low, mournful and achingly familiar... “Valentina…” I turned, and there she stood. A woman draped in light and shadow, her face my own yet not mine. Her eyes mirrored mine but held centuries of sorrow. Her gown shimmered with the same Gemini symbols, glowing faintly like embers in the dark.

Jane Addison, a middle-aged woman who had just come out to see Valen. "Could you lower your voice, ma'am? My hearing is still good unless you're deaf from having to shout incoherently like this! I'm tired. If Mrs. Jane wants to preach and wait for the congregation to fill up, you may do so!" Mrs. Jane, who felt humiliated, began to growl. She approached Valen and was about to slap her, but Valen had received enough torture from the Addison Family. She blocked Mrs. Jane's hand with a sharp glare.

Looking at those two weak and languid bodies, Hanny could know their quietuses were drawing to a close. “Had Janice Valeria not stepped too far by attacking us just now, she wouldn’t have failed so hopelessly like this and both of them wouldn’t probably die,” commented Hades, also taking slight pity on those two helpless and weak people on the snowy ground at this moment. “Actually that demon really loves and adores Janice Valeria, Brother Vir... But I think everything might be too late now. Since they fail in getting rid of six of us, that king’s adviser can’t let them go as easily as that,” tweeted Sumico, also taking her slight pity on Janice Valeria and Windrich Cannon.