My Bloody Valentine Irene Novels & Stories

Ethan’s P.O.V Valentina stared hard at the broken glasses, and she withdrew her shaky hands ignoring me as though I wasn’t there, she began to pick up her books from the floor, and one of them caught my eyes. It was a plain white book with folded edges, it seemed like a fictional book. “Valentine’s Day” was the supposed title, it was written in bold blood-red letters, I was interested in the book because this is the first time I’ve seen such a unique title.

Harry said to Valentine "I'm fine carrying one at once" She smiled and how I want to throw this box to Harry's face. I take a really deep breath because if I don't I might set this camping site on fire "It's not that heavy , stop pretending to be weak" That came out from my mouth coldly and Valentine turned to me coldly. We both glared each other "You-" She threw the box down but ended up cutting her finger , dropping the boxes and I quickly walked to her and put her finger into my mouth. Sipping her blood.. she looked at me shocked. I put down my bag and rushed to find a bandage.

Irene stood up, picture evidence firmly in her hands as she turned to face him fully, her eyes brimming with tears and all the emotions she’d been holding back. Though she looked like a gutted young woman, her tone held the power of one born with Lycan blood and had a deadly edge to it. “How long?” She asked. Ethan frowned. “Babe, what are you talking about?” He asked, his tone exasperated and annoyed; he sounded as tired as he looked. Irene threw the photos at his face, making him flinch. As he watched the photos fall to the ground, his face visibly paled once realization dawned on him.

Irene clawed at the hand squeezing the breath from her. It was much more than I expected. When I decided on a whim to act like Irene, it was to show her that I too, could act and that I wouldn't be letting her play one-sided games with me ever again. I’d expected a reaction from Valens but not one of this magnitude, not murder right in front of my eyes.

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.

'Come out of your cave Romero, the jackals are already out to hunt you down. He thought before instructing his men and after settling in black Mercedes, drove away. *** Somewhere in Ireland. Crystal I inhaled the salty air of the beach and closed my eyes. The waves of Irish sea collided with my already submerged feet making me sigh and shiver. My copper hairs flew along with my white sundress with a gentle breeze coming from the South. The dark clouds made it all breath-taking, hiding the scorching sun. The temperature was 17 degrees Celcius, so it wasn't that cold. It was raining since morning, but once the drizzling stopped at the early hours of the evening, I begged Valentine to let me ou

I asked with a grin. Irene spat blood on the ground and looked at me straight in the eye. “Kill me! You will not get away with it! Damien will cut off your implants kilos by kilos" she said with so much confidence. I laughed at her silliness after the scene of the blonde's death flashed through my head. “Let me tell you a story bitch! I have always gotten away with everything I did". I took a walk around her and noticed her bracelet.

Most of them were pretty, and I happen to observe that they all have big boobs protruding from their chests. “The what?” I asked again, not wanting to believe now the fact that something like this exists. After all that Valentine has done and about to do, this sure makes him the infamous heartbreaker blah blah blah blah. “I think you heard us say it clear.” She said, edging her way beside me. She was wearing a flamboyant blouse paired with skin tight jeans, so tight that I can see her v thing traced in between her legs. “My name’s Valerie, and all girls inside this room were the ones whose heart was broken by Valentine.”

Isabella felt the infrared scan sweep over her body. The gates parted without a word. She stepped into the fortress. Valentina’s taste had changed little over the years. Cold. Sharp. Luxurious. Minimalist furniture. Monochrome walls. A single fireplace crackling like the only living thing in the room. And Valentina Cross. Draped in a silk robe the color of blood, she lounged on a chaise, sipping something clear and strong from a cut-glass tumbler. Her hair was a striking silver now, but her eyes—those impossible, glacial blue eyes—remained the same.