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.

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."

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.

“Stay with me, please. Please don’t leave me too. I can’t, I can’t lose you too.” Her lips moved faintly, almost soundless. I leaned in, desperate to catch every word. “Lisha, my little moon....” “No, no, don’t, don’t talk like that. Save your strength, we’ll get help, you’ll be fine.” Tears streamed down my face as I pressed her blood soaked hand against my cheek. The bead bracelet I’d given her days ago glistened under the torchlight, wet with blood. Her head slowly tilted, with her hand slipping from my cheek to the ground.

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”

She walked away from there after consoling Lauren. “Are you blind?” Valentina fumed at Rose when she bumped into her and the glass of wine in Valentina's hand spilled over her white dress. Rose blinked. “What did I do? You were the one who bumped into me.” Valentina fumed and pushed her with one hand, “You know how much I hate you,” she hissed. “Just because you are getting engaged to the Irish Don, don't think you are superior to me!” She taunted her about Liam and her engagement deliberately.

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.

She had had enough. Kieran asked, "Val, what's your size?" Hearing that, Valerie punched him. "You're not allowed to ask!" "Are you a D cup?" Valerie punched him again. As expected, Kieran got a good beating. His wife was very temperamental. She was like a glass cylinder full of oxygen. Once ignited, she would explode instantly. She was so angry that she refused to hold Kieran's hand. She shook it off in a huff. Kieran tried to embrace her, but Valerie stared at his hand and warned him, "Darling, have you ever experienced a fireman's carry?"

She wore a red evening gown, her hair tied up, revealing a graceful neck. Her slender fingers slid across the keys, and the dense sound of the piano flowed out, echoing in the empty square. The rhythm became faster and the emotions more intense, making the listener's heart surge with excitement. The camera slowly zoomed in, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared on the big screen. "It's her," my heart tightened. "Irene!" Irene was Bryce's first love and also the goddess of the Royal Crest University. During her time at the university, she became the white moonlight in the hearts of countless male students.

Antonio said pouring out another wine for Alan Lucia and Peter just sat drinking and watching Antonio moved closer to Irene who was really feeling shy at that point She just wished the ground would open up and swallow her up “Irene,is worth more valuable than any of my possessions,if God's willing than I must say Irene is my most valuable asset” Irene stared down at the floor trying not to let Antonio’s words shake her up “I haven't known true love since my mother had died,my previous marriage was fixed by my step mother,the children in the marriage weren't mine”. Antonio paused suddenly remembering Isabella and Tommy Irene heaved a deep sigh,tears were already forming on her eyes when she r