Novel & Cerita My Bloody Valentine Irene

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.

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.

The ferocity of her murderous gaze had me taking a step back and placing a hand over my stomach. “What the hell are you doing here? No, how come you are alive?” She spat with venom dripping from her words. If looks could kill, Irene would have murdered me with her eyes the second I ran into her. It was a far cry from the expression she always showed me. Although she appeared like a saint to everyone else, she reserved her scornful and mocking words for me but even then, she never openly showed this much hostility. “I’m sure you thought I would die.” It was an exhilarating feeling being where they never expected me to be, being above them despite how they rushed to trample on me. Yes, I was V

'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.

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.

Seraphina let out a shocked gasp, jumping to her feet, her pristine dress now stained. Irene didn’t wait. She slammed the empty bottle back on the table with a final thud. “There,” she said, her voice trembling with spent fury. “Something interesting for you to talk about.” “You little savage!” Seraphina shrieked, the mask gone completely. Irene didn’t even look at her. She slammed the empty bottle back on the table and looked at me. Her eyes were full of tears and fire. “I’m done with this. I’m done with her. Goodnight.”

When Fernandez met me, he was immediately astounded, “What happened to you, Mrs. Rose?” Over the past week, the scars on my face began to form scabs. I looked completely hideous to the point of being terrifying. Devin settled me on the couch before regarding Fernandez with a sharp look, “On Valentine's Day, my wife was waiting for me in a restaurant when a group of women suddenly barged inside and accused my wife of being a homewrecker. They beat her until she had a miscarriage and disfigured her.” Fernandez’s reaction was one of complete shock. Then, it turned to swift anger. “Completely unacceptable! How can something like this be allowed to happen in a civilized society? If I find out who