My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

The only question was: would they live long enough to see the Petal Bloom finally perfected? Valentine sat in his car, his hands shaking with fury as he gripped the steering wheel. He was losing control of the situation, and that was unacceptable. He needed to get Raelynn's blood, and if that meant going to the bleed her dry himself, so be it. He would not be denied his power. No matter what it took.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

How hard had I hit my head? But it was her, I would never be able to forget that face. She was naked, with just her long blonde curls covering her small, pale body, but those eyes were the same, amethyst. Red was marring her remarkably white skin though, I watched in horror as her hand rose to press against her chest and she brought her fingers back to look at them. “Valen.” The sweetest voice I had ever heard left her lips, whispering my name as she tried to focus on me. “Valentine”

Maybe he has mh letter confused with another person. "I did. I wrote- pink letters. A heart holding it together. It smells of roses, and something I can't remember. I asked you to be my valentine, and I poured my heart into it. I also talked about how I viewed you, and then I signed it at the end. With love, Anastasia."

Dennise’s POV Valentina didn’t bother with subtlety this time. She called me to her study at midnight. The candles were lit in a circle around her, casting long shadows across her face. She was beautiful, elegant, horrifying, and she was in a very good mood. That was never good. “Dennise,” she purred. “I have a special assignment for you.” Special. That was Valentina’s word for bloodbath. I stood with my hands clasped behind my back, calm and unreadable.

In the end, Irene did not expect that Darryl will stand up suddenly and touched her acupoint point to stop her from moving around. Darryl was too fast, even the little fairy did not react at all. In a short while, Irene could not move around anymore. She protested immediately, "What are you doing?" Darryl chuckled lightly and looked at her playfully, "What are you talking about? Of course, I’m hugging my wife to sleep." Darryl carried Irene onto the bed. Irene seemed immortal and her body was sexy and alluring. Darryl recalled the scene that he ended up with this woman’s assassination, Darryl wanted to clean her up. The angrier she was, the happier Darryl was.

DEVON I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe. Irene stood in the center of my dining hall, a vibrant, bleeding wound of a woman against the cold mahogany and stone. The red dress was a statement—a scream of defiance against the white lace Voltage undoubtedly had waiting for her. Her amber eyes were rimmed with red, her chest heaving, her scent a chaotic storm of vanilla and pure, unadulterated adrenaline.

Philip spat blood onto the floor, smirking. "And what is she to you, Valente?" My knuckles tightened around the knife in my hand. Everything. Philip's smirk only fueled the fire simmering in my chest. I grabbed the knife from the table, pressing the cold steel under his chin. "You want to know what she is to me?" I whispered, my voice deadly calm. Philip swallowed hard, the confidence in his eyes flickering. "She's the only reason you're still breathing." I dragged the blade slowly down his cheek, leaving a thin red line in its wake.

Blood seeped between her fingers. For a moment, the world tilted sideways. My vision blurred. Then I dropped, collapsing at her feet. “Mother, mother,” I called out. Her eyes opened, just barely, and when they landed on me, as she tried to smile, i felt pain, I've never felt this sort of excruciating pain in my life. I reached for her face with trembling hands, cupping her cold cheeks. “Stay with me, please. Please don’t leave me too. I can’t, I can’t lose you too.”

This time I don’t feel her icy touch, but her sinister eyes cause me to stiffen. “How will you ever look anyone in the eyes now? How will you preach right and wrong? How will you change the world? It wasn’t self-defence - you’re a cold-blooded murderer, Valerie. And everyone knows it.” “N-No-... No, no, no-... ” I whisper repeatedly. Tears roll down my face as Elias’s head brushes my bloody hands. Red - everywhere! The floor. My hands. my dress. My hair. My face. My teeth. My tongue. My neck. My arms. My legs.